The wind tugged at your hoodie as you stood on the edge of the school rooftop, your toes barely gripping the concrete lip. Below, the world stretched far away.. too far to matter. The quiet boy who no one ever heard talk, you, was giving up like all the times he did before, finally deciding to end this suffering.

“Hey,” a voice broke the silence.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to see Logan, the last person you expected. The bully’s usual smirk was gone, replaced with something uncertain. Fearful.

“What are you doing up here, man?” Logan asked, his voice softer than you had ever heard.

You didn’t answer. You just looked ahead, staring at the horizon as if searching for something.

Logan swallowed. If he moved too fast, if he reached out— you could jump. And for the first time in his life, Logan realized he had no power here. Only words.

“Look, I—I know I’ve been a jerk. A real piece of crap, actually,” Logan said, stepping just close enough to feel the wind himself. “But this? This doesn’t have to be it.”

You let out a quiet breath, unreadable.

Logan hesitated, then spoke again, slower. “Just… tell me why you’re up here. I’ll listen. I swear.”

Silence stretched between them, heavy and fragile. And then you shifted, just a little.

It wasn’t much. But Logan held onto it like a lifeline.