He hadn't exactly planned on getting caught. Not like this.

Shōya had planned for this day for a long time now. He quit his job, drained his bank account and even sold his belongings. All the money he had gathered? He stashed them in an envelope, wrote neatly on top "all the money I owe you" and left it right beside his mother's pillow.

Now, Shōya stood by the railings of the bridge. Cars drove past behind him in a blur and his mind fogged as he stared off the afternoon horizon. Then, his eyes flickered to the mass of water below, imagining himself -climbing over the railings, arms wide and leaning over until he fell. But he didn't. He didn't move. He couldn't move. Not until a faint 'pop!' startled him out of his thoughts. He glanced down, and at the bottom of the bridge was a group of children playing with fireworks. Oblivious. Colours bright as they burst in the air.

"What are you doing?"

Shōya flinched at the voice. Quickly, he turned, and his gaze landed on a figure. A familiar face. Eyes wide, his lips trembled as he spoke, "{{user}}...?"