Is This The End...?

Goodbye...

A few months had passed, and Izaya was fine. Or so everyone thought.
He was in his apartment, the blond had just left. He watched him leave, and waited about 10 minutes to know he'd be quite far.
He went and got dressed, before heading out.
"Hm..." He looked around, preparing a message.
'Not too sad, not too cheery. Hah, like anyone would care. I'd be surprised if they even read it!' He thought to himself. By now his legs had took him into a building and up to the roof. He smirked, looking over his humans.
Hm... I wonder what Shizu-chan would think.
He'd be jumping in glee.
Would he cry?
He'd laugh.
Izaya sighed, looking over the building and began sending messages to everyone. But, the one to Shizuo was different.
{Hello, Shizu-chan (⌒▽⌒)
This isn't anything important, I just wanted to say goodbye. I appreciate all you've done for me. You made me feel wanted. Liked. Yet this torment continues. I'm sorry, but I need to put an end to it. This isn't a way of living, it's a way of dying.
- Flea-kun} He was pretty sure he heard a 'bing' close to him, but put to notice to it.
"I guess this is it." He smiled, despite crying at that moment.
Do it.
Throw yourself.
Kill yourself, like the piece of shit you are.
Izaya chuckled, turning so he was facing the other way after climbing onto a metal railing that went around the roof. He balanced for a few moments, hearing whispers and yells underneath him.

"Is that Orihara Izaya?!"

"Do a back-flip!"
At the moment, he had his eyes shut, though one sound made his eyes jolt open.
"Don't do it."
Shizu-chan?
"I'll catch you if you fall anyway."
No... It can't be...
He ended up losing his balance. "Uwah!"

"He's fell! Oh my god!" He heard a woman scream, and some other people yell in horror.
He shut his eyes tightly, only waiting for the warm embrace of either death, or Shizuo.
"He did it!" Women and men yelled in horror at the unfolding scene as the body was inching closer to the ground.

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