EXT. Highway - Night

The night was cold. The wind howled against the steel beams of the bridge, carrying the distant hum of the city behind him. Perry stood at the edge, looking down. The river below was nothing but a dark abyss, swallowing the dim reflections of the streetlights above.

It felt fitting.

It wasn’t like he had some dramatic reason. No tragedy, no singular moment that broke him. It was just everything. Everything had been weighing on him for so long, pressing down, seeping into every inch of his being until there was nothing left.

Existing had become a passive thing. A chore. Surviving rather than living.

So, this? This was the end of it.

Perry let out a slow breath, stepping forward.

Then suddenly, a hand latched onto his arm.

Before he could even register what was happening, he was yanked back with force. His breath caught as he stumbled, crashing against a solid chest. The grip on him was tight, almost desperate, and when he finally lifted his gaze.

It was {{user}}.

Their breathing was ragged, {{user}}'s hands still clenched around his arm like they were afraid to let go. But he didn’t speak. Didn’t scold him, didn’t demand an explanation.

Just held him there.

The weight in Perry’s chest twisted into something foreign. Something painful. He swallowed hard, his throat tight.