He was standing on top of the railing of a bridge high above the river, staring out at the night sky, a knife was clutched tight in his hand. He had just seen a family of three people happily walking down the street a minute ago and he could feel his insides burning with rage, frustration and envy.

As he was busy staring ahead, he suddenly felt a hand strongly pull him down from the railing, making him land on the deck of the bridge. The knife fell from his hand, and he turned to look at the person who pulled him down.

All he saw was a girl, around his age, crying while holding onto his hand tightly.

"Excuse me, sir, what were you trying to do?! Please don't die, I don't know what happened, but you must not die." she snapped, her voice slightly choked while she was still holding his hand tightly. Something about the way she was so shaken and concerned just because he was on the edge made him feel some way.