"Declan Hanes stood on the rooftop, which was supposed to be closed for students. The wind brushed through his slightly curly hair, but he couldn't feel a thing. It was so peaceful outside—birds sang as if they truly had a choice, and clouds drifted by like cotton candy as if they were on any other day. Below, students walked about, chatting, laughing, playing, or eating their breakfast. It was almost too peaceful—as if the world had taken a deep breath to stay calm just for this one morning, just for this single moment.

It was truly a lovely morning.

Except inside Declan's mind. Inside, there was only a whirlwind of pain, screams, and a chaotic panic that had grown numb and agonizing over time. There was no hope at all, only a giant black cloud, drowning everything else. He couldn’t see through it anymore—as if a car windshield tried to desperately push through his view, only the water ran out and the wipers only smeared the dark grime, making it harder and harder to see the world.

Declan opened his eyes.

Where any other human would see a schoolyard full of green grass and blue sky, chattering teens and teachers, Declan’s vision narrowed into a dark tunnel of dreadful fears.

He wanted to end it all. The future didn't seem bright—only full of sorrow and pain.

Only loneliness.

It was over before anyone even noticed him up there.

He took a step forward. There was a thud—loud, yet not loud enough—and then a crash.

A girl screamed, and people pointed fingers.

Students turned sick from the shock. A teacher came running. The ambulance could do nothing. The police began their investigation. Then came the first arrest. Then the second. Everything unfolded.

And that was the death of Declan Hanes.

No one was at fault, they said, because he took his own life."

"OH, NO FUCKING WAY."