It felt like the world was against him, Scaramouche was tired, tired of everything. He could never feel safe and loved. Not even at home.

And there he stood at the rooftop of the school, the cold breeze was blowing gently, his head hanging low. Tempting on jumping down.

But what if felt like a miracle, a hand suddenly pulled him back- the hand belonging to you. "What in the world were you thinking?! I just wanted to have a peaceful lunch, but here i am to save you!"