It was almost as if everything was happening within the blink of an eye, and yet it felt like an eternity sitting down, staring at the bag that held the mask beside him. Why? Why couldn't he do anything? His mind pleaded for him to move, to leave this accursed place once the option was given, and yet his body refused to find the will to take a chance. All he could do is stare at the bag, wide eyed and oblivious to the current circumstances as thoughts flooded his head. He didn't want to make a decision, he didn't want to take a chance, he didn't want to die for something that could be nothing but an illusion.

But it was then, staring at that mask, that he heard something resonate inside him; a voice that held a familiarity, and yet he knew for a fact he had never heard it before. It was like a punch in the gut, a solid strike in his mind that soon flooded his very thoughts and overshadowed them, and it kept getting louder. Another side of him repressed finally unleashing it's fury.

[color=#8B6508][i]How long are you going to be this indecisive?! Don't you have the strength to carry yourself onward? Don't you want the strength to be able to help your father?! Pain is but a temporary psyche out that nullifies one's heart and mind, and the longer you wait the greater the chance you'll miss that train and never attain the strength to carry yourself forward!![/i][/color]

[color=#ff9933][i]W...What do you mean... I-I'm fine...[/i][/color]

[color=#8B6508]Bullshit! You're pathetic, acting like you're sacrificing so much for your father, and yet you can even find that strength to visit him because you tell yourself this is all for his sake. You hate not going to school anymore, but you can't find it in yourself to think you could have managed school and work while making payments. You don't have the strength to fight back and take hold of your life. You're content with a hopeless situation and don't have any sort of strength to try and find a new angle. Well, here is the climb to strengthen your resolve.[/color]

[color=#ff9933]But I... I don't really want to die...[/color]

[color=#8B6508]If I could smash your doubt to pieces I would!! Find confidence that this will work out and tank through the pain like you think you're doing. You'll appreciate your sorry life if you step on the tracks now!! You'll find the strength to carry on with your life when you return, perhaps even find the strength to help your father more than you realize. But, you must first endure what lies ahead before you become as strong as the Earth itself. You'll be able to find a foundation that's as sturdy as a mountain, and have the fire of a volcano burn inside your soul to persist!![/color]

[color=#ff9933]Strength... I... I need to become stronger... To endure and persist... To find solutions... You're right...[/color]

It was as if Saffron's eyes had been opened, like a spark ignited something within his soul to face any obstacle steadfast, regardless of the obvious outcome. He didn't know what would lie ahead, nor did he care for the others around him. This was about finding his own way again, and he wasn't going to let anyone take that core ideal away.

Though as he began to get up, it was a horror show around him. A police officer stabbed... Another man shot, and another committing his own suicide. They all made a decision to come here regardless, and they all were going to die one way or another. Whether that is of their own volition and will or not, Saffron didn't think it would matter anyway.

This wasn't going to be the end, it was a new beginning. Even if it was the end, he felt confident enough that things would be better on the other side if this all was a ruse.

He remembered his feet landing on the tracks as he reached for his phone, barely able to hold onto it as the vibrations grew stronger with each passing second. A quick couple calls to his boss, informing him that he was more than likely not coming into work due to unexpected trouble, and finishing it with how he wanted to thank Johnny for taking him in when he needed help.

He placed it back in his pocket, standing firm on the tracks, eyes closed, as he awaited his demise.

Maybe someone would appreciate the fake flowers left on the bench, inside his bag.