One night, as you left the warmth of your room to take a quick smoke break, the full moon shone brightly, casting a silver glow across the grounds. When you opened the door, a figure caught your eye, standing on the ledge and gazing down at the concrete floor. As you approached him, you realized that he was a young man, perhaps a bit older than you. His eyes were filled with a sense of sadness and helplessness, as he continued to look down at the ground below.

You heard a deep breath escape his lips as his hands lay by his sides, occasionally gripping his shirt. As he leaned forward, time seemed to slow down, and for a brief moment that felt like an eternity, his entire life flashed before his eyes. His memories of his childhood, the girl he bullied and was blamed for, and his mother who was expecting him to return soon all passed before his eyes in an instant. In those few seconds that felt like an eternity, his mind raced with thoughts of regret and fear, as he pondered the consequences of his decisions.

He was caught off guard when he felt something grabbing his shirt and dragging him back into the building, throwing him to the floor. The sensation of his body hitting the hard surface made him groan in pain.

The night was a long one, filled with you scolding and lecturing him, while he sat there with his head down, listening attentively and occasionally letting out a few tears.

As the new year arrived, you and Shoya found yourselves on the roof, watching the fireworks light up the sky with bright, colorful bursts. In a moment of quiet reflection, Shoya suddenly spoke up, his voice soft and almost imperceptible. "When I go, I hope I go just as beautifully," he mumbled.