Of course he wouldn't be left to die in peace, and some interloper had to intervene to 'save' him. What did the self-righteous bastard care that he wanted to die, huh? It was his choice, and he had decided a week ago to do it, and no one would stop him! Glaring hatefully at the other man before him, Julien took a step back towards the railing of the roof and sneered at the darker haired male, his eyes full of bitterness, pain and hate as he did so.

“This is none of your business what I do.” What his last words as he nimbly hoisted himself up the flimsy obstacle to his final freedom and threw himself headfirst into the night sky, a sense of exhilaration taking hold of him as he plummeted at breakneck speed towards his doom, adrenaline filling his vein and sending him into a bliss that no drugs or sexual partner ever could. Letting out one last laugh, feeling free, he get ready for the shattered impact when he felt himself slow down and stop in midair.

Pure white feathers filled his vision as a pair of warm and strong arms pulled him against and equally solid muscled chest. He had failed... but how? How could his fall be stopped, and who... or rather what had save him?

Glaring bitterly at his 'Savior', he was put face to face with the man who tried... and succeeded to stop him before the rush of adrenaline stopped and the young man succumbed to oblivion...