That night I sat out on the edge of my balcony, perched up on the railing with my legs swinging beneath me as I had done so many times before. There had always been something about the fear of falling that helped me think more clearly, and being only on the second floor of the house, it’s not like I would die if I fell.
I looked into the night, the sun had gone down at least an hour ago and the stars lit up the sky around me. Only a sliver of the moon remained tonight, and finally I willingly let my mind drift to Onyx. He had told me if I needed someone to talk to, I could talk to him. Although without a way to contact him, the odds told me I would likely never see him again.
“Should I be worried you’re going to jump?” His voice rang clear through the air, unexpected. I jumped as fear
