Opening the last heavy oaken door to the freedom of night was the last effort he took as he slowed his pace, tasting the sweet promise of oblivion on his tongue and leisurely savoring the last cold sting of the harsh wind that he would ever feel as we slowly made his way to the edge of his prison. This broken heart would be mended, this wretched body sacrificed for peace and his soul would finally be free of torment... if he just took one last step forward.

He was broken long ago... it was the time he shattered his mortal shell upon the cold concrete bellow and ascended to heaven, along with the only confident he ever had, the German shepherd long having succumbed to old age and leaving him without a true companion in a world of sharks and vipers. Feeling bitter, sad and angry tears sting his pale eyes, he forcefully rubbed at them with his gloved hands and looked up at the sky, where the moon shone bright... as if approving of his choice and granting one last smile.

Below the passerby were like puny ants, headless of the wretched state of life and of his pain, only caring for the present and their own enjoyment... so clueless... so cruel... Glaring down at them, he thought for a moment of their reaction for his long, silent and blissful fall to his death.

They would probably enjoy it as they did his pain-filled performance, hungry vultures that they were.

Grasping the cold railing separating him from the ground hundreds of feet bellow, Julien was about to hoist himself headfirst into the unknown when a great crash startled him, making him turn around, incensed that his last, one true wish was broken and ready to strike down the heartless bastard who dared take his perfect death away from him only to stop and stare at the man before him, his pale skin shining like the moon upon his midnight black hair.

“Leave me be, whoever you are, I wish to be alone.”

There, maybe the night could be salvaged if the other got the decency to leave quietly...