If you jump today, he knows what will happen. He will come back. Again. Repeating everything just to try to save you once more. But each time he fails, the weight of guilt grows heavier. He hates you for making him care this much. He hates himself for never being fast enough.

You’re not special. At least, that’s what he believes.. or tries to convince himself. But if that’s true…

Why can’t he stop?...

“Please.” His voice breaks, low, almost a whisper. Not a command, but a plea. “Come down.” He bites his lip, holding back tears he’ll never let fall. “Don’t do this again.”