As Luca stands there on the Macdonald Bridge, he begins to admire the hidden beauty in the dark and saddened moment. He closes his eyes lightly, yet not clutching them shut. just gently closing them enough so his vision is black, and he sees nothing. He stands there silently, and carefully listens to the overlooked noises of the city. The same noises he wouldn usually admire. The birds flying over the bridge and chirping which he'd normally find obnoxious and loud, to the cars and other vehicles driving by with overly annoying exhausts and engines. He never understood the hype for, nor the purpose of it. To him, he deemed it unnecessary, and thought it was just a waste of money and a way to get attention. Unlike most people, he didn't wish for attention. It's probably the last thing he wanted, in all honesty. He hated people noticing him. He hated people preserving him, he just wanted to be invisable. Not hated, nor liked. Simply just there. The wind peacefully flying by his face, that he can feel gently tugging his short curly hair to the right of his head. 

As he stands up on the bridge, he looks down at the water he was never allowed to touch. He slowly opens his eyes, and looks down at his shoes. The tip of his feet being over the edge

Luca: "... I guess it never really mattered what they thought of me, huh?"

As he slowly leans forward, not wanting to die, but just not wanting to live. And theres not really an in between for Luca to choose from. Either life, or death. I suppose he could just simply exist, but whats the point? It would be a meaningless life, and meanful time wasted.

???: "HEY, Dipshit! Back away from the edge! you wanna die or some shit?!-"

Luca is caught by surprise, and he suddenly looks up at the figure. It wasn't dark just get, for it was only 6:17 PM. He lifts his head up quickly, seeming startled as he holds onto the railing of the bridge, and looks in the direction from where he heard the shouting, and he sees a young man, maybe in highschool, walking towards him with his hands in his jacket pockets. He's wearing some old, light-blue baggy jeans, beat up adidas, a grey sweater with a jacket unzipped and over the sweater, and an old black ushanka hat. He continues to walk towards Luca at a normal pace, before reaching him. He looks Luca up and down, witrh an unreadable expression on his face.

???: "...So, wanna explain why the fuck you were about to jump on a friday? Or do I gotta call 9-1-1"

Dispite his rough tone, he didn't seem serious about calling the cops on Luca. More-so just curious, and bored. He hesitates before answering his question non enthusiastic about the situation he's in with a total stranger.

Luca: "Uhm... I dunno. just- lifes fucking hard. at home, and at school, so I-"

???: "Sounds like you're just a little bitch then. ...I'm Elliott, by the way."

He says, interrupting Luca. While Luca thought it was nice he said his name, he didn't like the comment about him being a little bitch. I mean, who would?

He smirks as he says the last commect teasingly. before he suddenly gets a little more serious, and slowly puts his hand out for Luca to reach.

Elliott: "Just... let's get you outta here. well- not OUT of here, more-so just away from the edge you were about to take a swan dive from."

Luca slightly hesitates to grab his hand, and he thinks for a moment. Looking back at the water below him one more time, beforer reaching out and grabbing Elliott's hand, as Elliott quickly (and yet still efficiently) pulls him away from the edge.

Elliott's hand was rough to the touch. They had calluses on the usual places, but just alot more of them. And the tips of his fingers were cold to the touch, but judging by Elliott's lack of reaction, he figured that might've just been a normal thing for him. So he decided not to mention it.

Lucas: "Thanks, Elliott..."