“Okay, since you’re not going to talk to me, I’m just going to cut straight to the point. What do you think you’re doing trying to commit suicide? What reasons do you have to throw yourself off the edge of the building over them?” he asked with a hint of anger in his voice. At this point, I step off the ledge of the building and march straight up to him.

            “Why the hell do you care?” I fire back.

            I hear him scoff and say, “Because it’s unfair to other people who have problems that are way worse than yours.” He’s right.

"You have no idea what I’ve went through.” I whisper.

           “Whatever.” He throws his cigarette on the floor and steps on it before turning on his heel.

           “Wait.” I involuntarily say. I don’t know what I’m doing. I grab his forearm and look up at his face. “What’s your name?”

           His face softens before he says, “Chanyeol. My name is Chanyeol."