"Count to three and then jump into the water. Otherwise I don't think that you will ever be able to do it." I said calmly to the guy as I sat down on the wall that separated the sea and the road. "What?" The guy asked, startled by my voice. 

Everything about him seemed pretty normal, apart from his eyes. He was tall and lean, most probably a 17 year old. He was dressed in black ripped jeans to match his worn out black hoodie. He almost blended into the dark, but his eyes stood out. His eyes, due to my lack of a better word, were grey. But they weren't just a grey, that term was far too plain in comparison. His eyes were like the ash remnants of the roaring fire, but there was a slight red in them. Red, like someone was trying to light a fire within those eyes and trying to burn away even the remaining ashes. And the grey that looked like a storm- like the storm within his mind. But of course, I couldn't really do justice to them- how could you describe such beautiful pieces of art. Such masterpieces?  

"When I was young, I was really scared of the big slides. They would scare the life out of me. Often, I would climb up, have the courage to stand in front of them, but never really do it. My mum told me that whenever I feel scared, I should just count to three and then do it. It did the trick. It often does. You should try it. Otherwise I don't think that you will be able to jump to your own death." I said as I took out a sandwich from my bag. I took a big bite of it while I looked at the sea. How calm it looked on the surface. How violent and destructive it could really be. All this took place while I was very much aware of his eyes, we can call them grey for the lack of a better word, staring at my face. 

"Do you want some?" I offered him my sandwich as I took another big bite out of it. He looked at me in surprise and tucked his hands in his pockets. He gave me a small smile and sat down next to me. The storm in his eyes settled down. The red on the rims glowing brighter than ever. "Sure."He replied. 

 "Aren't you supposed to tell me to not do it?" He asked me as I handed him a sandwich. "Yes, that is what I am supposed to do. But will it change your mind?" I asked without taking my eyes away from the beautiful sea in front of us. "It won't, actually." He replied without giving it much thought.

"So, I thought, that the least I could do was to not let you do it while you are alone. Because isn't that the reason you are doing this in the first place?" I asked and looked at him. This time he looked away, wary of my stare. "Not really." He replied after a long pause. 

"Then why? Why do this? A means to end all your problems and trouble then?" I said in a concluding tone.

"Not really..." He said and took a bite of the sandwich.

"Really? Um... Must be a broken heart then." I say with doubt in my voice. 

"Nope." He replied, a smile playing across his lips. 

"What is is then?" I asked with curiosity . He looked at the ocean, deciding whether to tell me, or not. After a long moment he decided to tell me. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a paper. It was neatly folded into half. He handed it to me and went back to digging into the sandwich. I opened it up. 

"Is this your suicide note?" I asked as I inspected the neat handwriting. 

"It is the reason." He said. I started to read it. It wasn't addressed to anyone in particular. I went through it and realized it was a poem. 

"There is a girl who catches my bus,
Who has blue eyes as clear as the lake on a summer day. 
She sits with her friends and laughs a lot at little things,

When her friend are silent
she looks out of the window

I sit 2 seats behind her and all I could think is,
how beautiful she is.

There is a girl who catches my bus,
Whose eyes are like the lake that lost its shine,
She pretends to be happy every morning from 7am.

She sits with her friends and
Gives them those half smiles.
She wears full - sleeves
In the middle of summer.

When she looks out of the window
The smiles disapper
I sit 2 seats behind her and
I think that she is beautiful.

There is a girl who catches my bus,
Who has blue eyes as icy as the lake during the winters.

She sits with her friend
And looks at her lap.
And when her friends say something funny,
She doesn't laugh anymore.

When she looks out of the window
Tears pool within her eyes
I sit 2 seats behind her and
I think she is beautiful.

There was a girl who used to catch my bus
Who was found by the police
After she jumped into the sea and gave her life away.

She wrote a letter to her friends,
Telling she loved them.
She wrote a letter to her parents,
Saying that she was sorry.

She also wrote a letter to the sad boy
Who sits 2 seats behind her.
And told him,
He was beautiful. "

"Wow. This is beautiful..." I said and looked at him trying my best to hold those tears in. "But why kill yourself after this...?" I asked hesitantly knowing it was not something he would want to talk about.

"Guilt. This wasn't the first oppurtunity that I had, to save someone. And this wasn't the first time I couldn't save them." He replied simply and took the paper from his hand. He stood up on the wall and closed his eyes for a long moment. I don't know what went through his mind those few seconds.

I stood up beside him. "Do you wanna go first because we could also go together."

He opened his eyes and looked at me. "What do you think you are doing?"

"What do you think? I am jumping with you, of course." I replied standing my ground.

"Why would you do that?" He asked looking at me like I was crazy.

"Guilt." I smiled and looked at his eyes. "If you die, i would feel guilty that I couldn't save you. So its better that I die right now, isn't it?"

"Whatever." He said and faced the sea. "One..." he counted.

"We still have time, though. What do you think happened to you when that girl killed herself? In a way, she passed her pain on to you. If you do this right now, you'll pass your pain on to me and everyone who ever loved you." I tried one last time to change his mind.
"Two..." he counted unfazed. My heart started beating fast. I knew that there was little I could do to change his mind now. 

"Okay then. If you do it, I would do it too."  I slipped my hand into his and he surprisingly held on to it tightly, instead of letting go. I looked at his face and watched a tear roll down his cheek. I placed my other hand on his arm. "I hate you so much." He whispered and opened his eyes. He rapidly wiped away the tear and got down the wall, with our fingers still entwined in each others.

"You're welcome." I said sarcastically.

"You didn't prevent my death. You just delayed it." He said as he helped me down.

"That's good enough for me." I said with a smile as we started walking down the road. "I didn't peg you for the physical contact person, though." I said as I looked at his face. His eyes seemed calm, and somehow they made me feel like everything was okay 

"You were right. I am not the physical contact person." He said as he pulled down the hood of his jacket. 

"Sure." I smiled and looked down at our hands. His gaze moved to our hands and then back up to my face.

"Can we just keep it that way?" He asked me with his eyebrows raised.

I smiled and nodded a yes. And then he smiled. Truly smiled.  The fierce red in his eyes turned to the lightest shade of red. The storm in his eyes settled down and the grey was now the color of a newly polished steel that was kept in the sunlight. They weren't cold or confused anymore. They were so warm and even though I hadn't known him for so long I felt like I had known him my whole life. And I think that was the moment my heart truly felt something for him.

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Hello! Its me.

Sorry for that! You are probably singing it right now, the way I am but lets come to the point.

I just got this idea long ago and I just had a sudden urge to put it up. Which I did. I know this isn't really that good...but hope you guys liked it! Tell me your views about the book. It is slightly different than the books I have written. So if you guys liked it, just keep reading because I totally see an update ahead.

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Sky