Broken as we are

Two troubled souls

—Are you going to jump?

He kept his eyes on the street, in which people walked peacefully, and where the lights of the city filled everything and, thanks to the recent light rain, seemed as if it was a painting of a cristal like city. Although, he just stared at it for a moment before turning around and looking towards the person that had just talked.

A skinny and clearly recently beaten teen.... Around his age?, probably younger, was standing there, bandages covering his neck and a band aid on his cheek, one of his eye half closed due to the inflammation caused by the punch he must have received. Old and dirty clothes trying to cover the other injuries in his body.

He slowly opened his mouth. —Are you really asking me that?

—Well, I wouldn't want to have a ghost in the place I usually come to hide honestly, besides they might restrict the access and I don't like the sound of that.

—The last thing I would want would be to stay in this insufferable and stupid world as a fucking ghost.

—I guess so, but by the looks of it, at least today you won't jump.

The boy, that was in pain due to the injuries in his body, looked at the suicidal teen in front of him. A beautiful face, adorned with red fiery hair that seemed to dance due to the wind and to sparkle thanks to the little water drops that had get caught in it before it stopped raining some minutes ago. The light of the city framing the beautiful young man's figure, surely, anyone would think it was an angel if it wasn't for the fact he was sitting on the metal railing, moments away from a certain death, although if he suddenly grew wings and dissapeared, Rok Soo wouldn't have find it weird.

—Why do you think so? Am I not at the perfect position to do so?

—Don't know, instinct perhaps? Just now, you didn't seemed to be someone willing to die.

—How would you know?

—I have seen the eyes of people on their limit, you don't look like them, at least not yet.

The red haired stayed silent for a moment, then he carefully got down of the railing back to safety.

—You...you are weird, don't you know who I am?

—Not really.

—I'm Cale Henituse, the trash, are you still relieved that I didn't jump?

—Not like I was relieved, and, I don't care about useless rumors, I have enough with my own life.

—....What's your name?

—Kim Rok Soo.

—Kim Rok Soo....to what school you go?

—School number seven.

—The public school close to Crossman high school...

—Does it matter?— he walked towards one of the cement benches on the place and sat down, taking out of his old bag a sandwich with nothing in it.

Cale stared at him, curious. —That's all you're going to eat kid?

—They stole my money at school so I could only bought the bag of bread with what I managed to hide, also, I'm not a kid, I'm sixteen.

—Sixteen? While looking like that?

Rok Soo only shrugged and kept eating. —Right, you hated lesser beings right? Or so I heard, if it's too uncomfortable then go, cause this has been my dinner spot for the last year so I'm not going anywhere.