surrounded by the concrete and the trees growing out of grates in the ground and the passing strangers, he looked small in his grey winter coat; tired with the dark circles around his eyes and the creases in his face. Just below the waves of hair he kept pushing away from his eyes, I swear I saw the cracks in his heart.
I saw the boy that stood on his sixteenth-storey balcony, looking over the parking lot, and in his mind, played over the sequence of events that would follow if he hoisted himself over the ledge; staring in the face of nothingness.
I kissed him hard.
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