It was raining heavily, and you were staring down at the ground. It made you nauseous, sick in the head. You felt the urge, the urge to just jump and end it all. You didn't care if you were soaking wet. You felt like giving up, the bullying, the abuse, it was all too much. It felt too much.

Scaramouche was holding an umbrella in hand, looking up to only see you looking down back at him. His eyes widened, he soon quickly ran back inside the school building, rushing to get you.