Here goes nothing...

Before I jumped, my arm was pulled back by a strong grip and I was pushed on the ground.

Confused.

I looked around and saw a boy around my age, he looked angry at me, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes showing a spitfire — a wild one.

"Why are you jumping?" He asked, his jaw clenched. I got up off the floor, brushing the dirt of my prom dress.

"Why not?"

"Why! Though?!"

I shivered from the cold, hugging myself as I crossed my arms at him. "It's best if I do, I have no way I can possible live anymore...."

He raised a brow.

"I.... just want to.... die."

I could've sworn when I looked up to face him, he was somehow smiling but it was forced and it pitied me as well.

"That makes too of us."

I was confused? Two of us? Don't tell me...

"You want to die too?"

"Yeah?"

"Why?"

"Hate life."

"Really?" I narrowed my eyes at him, he shrugged, his demeanour somewhat nonchalant now.

"So then jump yourself. I'll be jumping here. You jump form there!" I pointed.

He chuckled.

"Or..." he began.

"You can give me your name and your reason for jumping?"

"Name? maybe. Reason? No." I let out a flat laugh.

"Why not?"

"There's a reason but it's... complicated."

He nodded, looking down then he began smoking.

I looked at him incredulously, he lit the cigarette, blowed the smoke out, raised his chin to face the sky.

Then he looked at me.

"Want some?" He offered, I looked down, the cold still penetrating against my skin.

Well life was short might as well smoke, since I'm about to jump and end it too.

"Yes please."

But he seemed surprised, "I would've thought you'd say no..."

I stared at him in disbelief. I then pointed,"Can't you see around? I'm gonna die. Might as well."

He nodded and handed me some. At first I was confused how to light one, but he handed me the lighter, the gold leopard print one.

Blow.

My mind was somehow stress-free because of blowing the cigarette.

We sat on the edge of the rooftop, admiring the sky.

"Name?" He repeated once more.

"Jocelyn." I paused," Yours?"

"Noah."

I turned around, my head lowering to see the street of people and cars beeping monstrously amongst each other. It made me feel sick. I needed to leave, but then....

"How about you and I? Start living?" He got up and offered a hand to me.

"What do you mean?" I narrowed my eyes at him, he simply smiled.

"Popular boy and nerdy girl. Before we die how about we try living each others lives. Help each other out... I mean instead of dying because it—"

I looked at him in horror.

"Live one more second in this world— are you out of your mind?!" I exclaimed.

He shrugged," Nothings wrong with that."

A breeze swept by and made me feel cold— I rubbed on my arms just when I saw Noah approach me.

The same jet black curly hair and ocean-blue eyes were offering me a jacket.

He placed the jacket on me, it didn't warm me completely but it was a first.

"Thanks." I smile, awkwardly.

"Give me a reason, please?" His eyes glinted under the moonlight, a firm smile on his gorgeous plump lips.

Noah was really handsome.

"I- I have bad depression I haven't been acknowledged and am always neglected it makes me feel pathetic. I don't think life is for me, I mean those girls are so pretty, and—"

"Not you."

I looked at him, confused why he said that. But he covered up.

"I- I mean... you don't have to be depressed all the time because of those minor things, but most importantly..."

He let out a hand, and raised a brow.

"Trust me? Please take my hand." I looked at him more suspiciously.

My mind kept telling me... he could just be on a little errand for those populars, plunging me to my death by his own hands.

But the look on his face said otherwise.

He smirks genuinely, it warmed my insides.

"... most importantly be you— fuck those bitches you can be yourself. Don't need those hoes to bully you, they're practically bullying themselves by selling off their own body to fuckboys like that. You are much more precious then that your protected like a pearl in its shell, your the seed in any fruit, never wasting and good for everything around you. Because your you."

This— no he, was an inspiration.

My eyes brightened, he tightened the grip on my hands. Spinning me around in my little prom dress. And then we began dancing.

"Jocelyn, why don't you be the Bonnie to my Clyde?" He asked.

I looked at him with a short smile and let out a chortle. "Yeah why not?"

Then...

"Will you help me live my life and I'll help you live yours?" He grinned, ducking me down in a waltz.

"I think so. If you help me."

"Well you gave me a reason. So yes; I would help you." His eyes pierced into mine for what seemed like forever under the beautiful moonlight.

That night— our own little prom night made me feel somewhat alive I felt alive.

He made me feel alive.

Unlike my parents who neglected me and constantly went on business trips.

Noah made me feel human again.

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