Luhan’s heart hammered in his chest, he felt his breath disappear. The ground was rushing up to meet him; he had only a few seconds to do something about it. Come on, come on, come on! He screamed at himself, his mind abusing him with demands that he couldn’t possible act upon with his body. Oh God. Dear God. He was going to die. This was it. It couldn’t be the worst Monday ever unless he died. Yup, that was it. He was going to die.

            He could hear some other people shouting. Perhaps the passerby’s who had been walking peacefully till the dunce of a photographer (ex-photographer no less) had fallen over the railing.