ONE FAILED SALVATION

The Broken

A/N: Before I begin, remember when I said this would be worse than the previous one
Well, TW because here Victor does attempt to end his own life. Yay. Why am I even doing this-

Victor pushed open the service door on the roof of the hotel. It wasn't one of the fancy ones, with an attic and terrace, and there was trash all over the place.

"Finally somewhere where I belong" Victor muttered, opening a bottle of alcohol he had brought. He walked to the edge and sat on it, taking a long sip from the bottle. He'd begun to drink a lot more after the accident.

A few months before, on his way to work, Victor had ran over a woman, a certain Azura Evrett. From there on, his life had been totally ruined. She was on the crosswalk, so he was fully at fault and was sued by the girl's relatives. He'd become poor, his landlord kicked him out, and his boss fired him to not make the company look bad. He hadn't talked to his sister to not get her involved- she was studing as a doctor and with the bad fame he was getting, she was less likely to get the scholarship she so desperatly needed. It would have been better if he just disappeared.

He drinked the last drop from the bottle and threw it off of the building in a fit of anger. Why was all of this happening to him? All he did was a small mistake. A very, very small mistake. One which costed someone their life.

Sometimes he wondered what her life was like. What would have been of her if he didn't hit her with his car? What would she have accomplished in her life? Surely more of what he had or would accomplish, ever.

At times he hoped it'd get better. He hoped a solution for his problem would come down from the sky and make everything right. But he knew there was no such thing as a Deus ex machina for his problems. They couldn't be taken away like that.

But maybe he could run from them.

Victor looked down. Far away on the ground he could see his bottle's shards, broken on the ground due to the long fall. If he'd fallen from such a height.

Victor stood up and took a few steps back from the edge. He'd had these kind of thoughts more frequently as of late. He knew this wasn't going to fix any of his problems, but it was so tempting to just close his eyes and not open them again...

He took a step closer to the edge. Perhaps it wasn't so bad as he pictured it to be in his head.

He took another step closer. He could see the headlines "Young murderer found dead on the street. The culprit: gravity, and himself"

He took another step closer. No one would cry for him anyways.

He took another step closer. His feet were on the edge of the building now. There was nothing between him and the void.

One step closer

A/N: This is as short as it is sad. But aye, there's a reason for this one to be here. Don't worry, the next one is better (Not good, but better)