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Jake is back out again tonight. Only this time he's not high off of his ass. He is stressed, though. He's having trouble with one of his more important classes, and he doesn't know what to do to fix it. He's tried to ask his professor for help but she's just given him the same cryptic message every time.

"You'll get past it, Jake. Just listen to your head and you'll find the path of your success, or whatever it is kids you days are looking for."

It's been driving him crazy. Maybe he should take a page from Heeseung's book; work himself down to the bone, but he wouldn't be better than him at all, would he? Heeseung. It's been a week since he last saw the older man. He never called to get his clothes so Jake has started to assume that he doesn't want them back at all.

He sighs, grabbing his case from beside him. The camera weighs heavily in his hands and he unclasps it, reaching in to carefully remove it and hold it up. He's supposed to working on his portfolio, finding a muse and making this the best project of his college career.

If he manages to do well enough, his professor offered to get him actual clients. Paid clients. Jake is trying his trying his best, yet nothing is coming to him.

Once upon a time, Heeseung was his muse. He has pictures he could use, but they don't match his current self. They match the self that was once enchanted by dazzling smiles and entranced by brown eyes that searched his soul.

Everything feels wrong.

Jake discards his camera, pushing onto his feet and shuffling slowly through the grass. There's a cliff at the end, the edge suspended over the deep part of the water. He walks toward it sluggishly, eyes glazed over heavily, arms hanging limply at his sides.

The dark horizon spreading around him, clearing the fog from his eyes and mind. He hums, stepping up onto the ledge with a shaky breath.

The water looks so peaceful.

His hair whips around in the wind, smacking him in the face and poking at his eyes. He stares down at the water, kicking rocks up beneath his feet as he takes another shaky step forward towards the edge.

If I jump now, will there be anyone to come and save me? Will Layla feel sorrow after I disappear? What about my parents what will they think? What about..

He lets his eyes fall shut, taking a deep breath to clear his mind as he grasps the bottom of his shirt. No one is here to stop him this time. The sea breeze caresses his face, lulling him into a sense of security.

If i die, will things finally be normal for once? Will I—

"Jake? What are you doing?"

Jake jumps, spinning on his heel at the surprise call of Heeseung's voice. Heeseung stands next to his discarded camera case, one hand cupped around his mouth and one curled protectively around his camera.

Jake stares at him, hands curled into fists at the prospect that Heeseung has showed up again. Why can't Heeseung just mind his business? Why can't anyone just leave Jake alone.

Heeseung suddenly looks panicked, legs working quicker than Jake can imagine. He takes a startled step back, and Heeseung throws the camera strap around his neck with one hand as he sprints, the other reaching out towards Jake's panicked form.

"Get off of there," Heeseung says, eyes wide in fear. "Jake. Come here."

Jake shakes his head. "Go away, Heeseung."

Heeseung takes a slow step forward, hand still reaching for Jake. His look is one of equal concern, fear, and possible anger. Jake doesn't understand it.