You have decided to spend this holiday alone. No one could stop you. On the paper, you made a note: this is the day of your death, and now you intended to end your life, which you considered useless.

You went out on the balcony and began to watch the festive lights from a height. Fireworks were launched in the city, which flashed in the night sky, blooming with bright colors. You climbed up on the railing, breathing in the cool evening air. The wind blew your hair, reminding you of your freedom. At that moment, you felt all your worries, doubts, and fears leave you.

The door of your apartment opened, but you didn't notice it — it was left ajar so that you wouldn't have to pick the lock after your death. There were fireworks popping, and suddenly someone shouted your name. But it was too late, and you couldn't feel the ground beneath you. And at that moment, Keegan grabbed your arm, stopping you from falling.

You felt his firm grip and looked up to see his frightened eyes. Why is he here? Why did he show up at that crucial moment when you wanted to be alone with yourself?