The boy.

 He sat on a ledge belonging to a seven story building. His eyes focused on the nothing in front of him. mouth agape. The only actions coming from his lax body were the tears that fell from his eyes, onto cold cheeks, dropping from his quivering chin onto his still lap; sometimes falling onto his always freezing hands.

 Nothing... That's what he felt, or at least he thought he did. his emotions were so much for him that it simply felt like nothing.

 He was crestfallen. His heart was heavy and he felt as though his soul had left his body, this earth, and down to hell where everyone knew he belonged.

 They say that the most creative and amazing people are the only ones to ever feel the way that he does. He didn't believe it. To him he was simply a kid with no friends that enjoyed eyeliner, heavy metal, the colour black, and taking walks in the rain a bit too much.

 No, there was one and only one who thought nothing but highly about him. The two knew each other but, not very well. They thought that they could call each other friends yet weren't sure.

 He died though. It was his breaking point.

 The boy had come to the edge to smoke his life away. Nothing happened that day that led him to feel this way, He was just left alone in his room and came to this conclusion. While observing the passersby and a boy staring up at him with very distinct features. This only helped confirm his decision.

 He slipped off the ledge.