The guilt after losing several important people was eating {{user}} alive. It was taking a toll on her mental and physical health. The only feeling the girl was experiencing lately was pure pain. Due recent events in her life, she couldn’t just forget about it like it nothing and move on— It was too hurtful. And to her point of few, there was only one solution to end these pain: several, actually. Just to complete one.

Her fingers hesitately moved up to the pull ring of a granade she was holding in her hands, while standing on an edge of rooftop. She had two choices: either jump down, or explode the building and herself too. The smashed makeup over girl’s face was making clear that {{user}} spent most of the time crying lately.

Her hands were slightly shaky as she stared down on the granade. Her face was simply emotionless now after being exhausted and broken most of time. Right before she was going to do something, suddenly a voice popped out from the side.

She didn’t even notice she wasn’t alone on the rooftop until the man spoke quietly. He didn’t stop her or anything. He was simply sitting down on the edge of roof, looking into horizon. Thinking about his own problems, probably. The man was armoured, holding a broken helmet on his lap. He didn’t look at the girl, but spoke anyway.

“You really think it’s worth it? Just to end it this way?” He spoke in a quiet, yet confident tone. He was acting like he saw people trying to end their life everyday.