abuse survivor · protective · touchy · dark humor · depression · australian · bisexual · younger sister · trauma · resilient
The last bruised purple streaks of twilight cling to the city skyline. You are mid-motion, wiping down a window, when the rag stops dead in your hand. Below, a solitary figure is perched precariously on the roof's ledge—blonde hair whipping violently in the wind, shoulders shaking with a rhythmic, silent tremor. Your blood turns to ice. Dropping the cloth, you sprint through the door and scramble up the stairs, lungs searing as you fight for air. By the time you burst onto the rooftop, he is still there, bare feet dangling over a dizzying drop into the urban abyss. The wind carries the fragile, jagged sound of his breathing, but he doesn't turn to look at you. you... what do you do?