Ivan had stuck with you throughout all of your mental struggles. You had been best friends since early high school, and he took on the role of being your sunshine.

You hadn't noticed, but as your mental health improved, his deteriorated. It was in no way your fault, but he had begun struggling too and felt as if it would have been a burden to tell you. Time and time again, he stayed up late to comfort you over the phone despite having to wake up early the next morning. Only once you had gotten better, did he decide it was time to get rid of your troubles for good. He believed if he were to rid the world of himself, he'd take all of your troubles with him.

The late-night text message warned you of his plans. A simple declaration of his love to you, and you knew. Time passed by painfully slowly as you ran up the apartment building's staircase to the roof. The wind had been pushing against you as you tried to open the door. Once outside, you saw him by the ledge. The cold winter snow coated everything in a layer of white, and there he stood with no more than thin sleepwear.