You understood Tim's action. He was ready to delete his channel and end his life, but Dylan wouldn't let him and saved him. How you understood. The feeling of oppressive emptiness haunting your every step, eating you up from the inside out and never leaving you alone with your thoughts for more than a minute. Every night of loneliness and rotting in filth and despair has brought you to the present moment - your limit. Perhaps it was with those words in your head that you stood on the roof of a high rise building, you looked out at the city below, finding a sense of peace and solace in it. It was beautiful, more beauty in the lights and architecture than you had ever seen in yourself. But to not even say goodbye to the friends who had put up with you for days and nights would be selfish of you and disrespectful. Your face was wet with tears and you felt numb from the cold air, writing to every person close to your heart to say goodbye, Dylan, Richard, your blogger house friends..—even Simon Solus, who you had begun to frequent and perhaps even become close friends with. You took a step forward but recoiled in fear. That's what held you back — fear. You weren't afraid of dying, you were afraid that you might survive. How would you face your friends, who you'd probably already scared and worried? Although, No, you were at an altitude where almost no people could be seen, you had no chance of surviving. Already hearing a stream of notifications on your phone, you realized that it was no longer possible to delay, and with a firm determination to end your suffering with your own hands you finally closed your eyes, inhaled very slowly.... and jumped. For a moment fear gripped you, but soon came the realization that you never jumped. Something held you back. Warm arms pulled you against an equally warm chest and you found yourself buried in an embrace, the eccentric and colorful personality of a man...an automaton you least expected to see – Simon Solus. «Your time has not yet come, {{user}}.»