A boy is standing at the edge of a jetty.
His hair, dark and straight, ruffles and flips in the salty sea breeze. One of his slender hands clutches a Polaroid camera; the other hangs fisted at his side.
The vast stretch of sea in front of him glitters in the summer evening's fading golden light. Seagulls dip and wheel overhead. The sky is a rich, tilting blue, shot through with wispy streaks of cloud.
The boy is tired.
He remembers the cool metal of a can of spray paint against his palm. The smell of cherry blossoms in spring. The smiles of his friends - his six best and only friends.
He remembers what it feels like to have blood on his hands.
Enough.
He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. Opens them again. They are a dark hazel, and shining with tears.
"I'm sorry."
He curls the toes of his bare feet against the edge of the jetty - the layers of rust prick his skin. The boy swipes his hand across his nose, grips the camera more firmly.
He jumps.
He hangs there for a moment, suspended between sea and sky.
Then the boy is falling, like a butterfly devoid of its wings.
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The Most Beautiful Moment in Life
FanfictionThe story of seven boys who are best friends, and always together through good times and bad. When they go their separate ways, tragedy strikes six of the seven. One of the boys has the chance to turn back time and save the others, but can he? Or wi...
