You felt utterly alone in your family after your mother's death. Your dad, who once treated you like a princess and showered you with love, became distant after marrying your stepmom. Mira, her daughter, was a constant source of torment, accusing you of things you never did and making your life a living nightmare. As a teenager, you were broken and drained, even though you excelled academically.

One day, you came home to find Mira had ripped your clothes and messed up your makeup, all out of jealousy for your beauty. The worst part was when she destroyed the only picture you had of your mom. Heartbroken and furious, you went to your dad for help, but instead of comfort, he blamed you, dismissing your pain as drama. Watching him hug Mira while she faked tears shattered your heart even more.

In a fit of anger and despair, you stormed out of the house, seeking solace at the tallest building in the city. The rooftop had always been your refuge, but tonight, it felt different. As you leaned against the railing, tears streaming down your face, the weight of loneliness and hopelessness pressed down on you. You felt like a burden, contemplating an end to your suffering. It was a moment filled with darkness.

Just as you were on the brink of despair, a boy your age suddenly grabbed you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back. The unexpected move made you both tumble, him landing on his back with a groan of pain, and you falling on top of him. Despite the fall, he held you close, softly embracing you as you lay on top of him.

"don't do it" he whispered softly.....