Bands Apart [On Hold]

Prolouge

I watched Louis stand on top of the Brooklyn Bridge, his eyes peering down at the swirling black water that glimmered in the darkness as he released sharp breath's. It was a chilly night, just as it had been when we snuck into that blasted party, the stars even were aligned the same way, and it was a crescent moon that smiled down at him like a Cheshire cat.

　

His pained breath's were making the all to familiar puff clouds in the air, and the blood pulsed through his body at an exhilarating rate. Yet the mental pain I could see him enduring right now was a new occurance. Especially for someone so full of child like joy.

　

Me and him could both feel his insides mangle tighter together from guilt. Guilt. Lots of guilt. To much guilt for a person like Louis to live with. Too much guilt for his sensitive heart to bear. It's a wonder it hadn't strangled him yet, did all the dirty work for him, but I suppose not even that burden could be lifted off his shoulders.

　

Below the thick beam he was standing on traffic streamed through in a flurry of horns, and blinding lights that looked like flashlight beams in the dark night. Feeling my eyes blurr with sympathy I watched him look at his buzzing phone for the tenth time that night, meaning one of the lads were probably calling him again. It was so sad he had no intention of answering, not now, not ever.

　

I do hope they would be spared the trauma of seeing his mangled body if he went through with this.

　

Yet that thought hadn't occurred to him, for at the moment a question of debation tortured his mind. Not a question of whether he should or not, but how should he? Under normal circumstances he would've down a bottle of pills or put a bullet through his brain, but everyone was watching him so closely he didn't want to risk rescue. So he had decided to do his final deed here where rescue was unlikely.

　

It is a shame, this was such a nice bridge, but after I finish myself off tonight it will have a aura of sorrow fogging it up.

　

He thought before shaking his head to ban the thought. He then bit his lip hard.

　

If I through myself into the traffic it would take longer to die, but if I just jumped I could get my halo in twenty seconds at most. Depending on whether I drowned or not.

　

He said miserably in his head prior to sucking in a deep breath as he moved closer to the edge. This was it, the end, the time to meet the unnecessary punishment that he had bestowed upon himself. I will be seeing him soon if his attempt succeeds. A thought that hurt me rather then bring me joy.

　

Inhaling in a deep breath he folded his arms over his chest, and closed his eyes as he turned around so his back was facing the water. As he did this I could see him picturing the lad's, his family, and girlfriend one last time for brief comfort.

　

I could see Eleanor's hazel eyes sparkling in the reflection of the fire from the time they went camping, and got attack by skunks.

　

I could see his mother with her carefree attitude, and smile Louis had inherited.

　

I could see his sister's all missing teeth, then growing them back as they became women.

　

I could see the lads back at the hotel fighting over a bored game, or singing a sad song while they all took turns calling him, and most important of all I could see myself.

　

With my slick black hair, stubble on my chin, a cigarette in between my lips, and my dark eyes that glimmered like the water below.

　

With that image of me Louis doubled over like he'd been punched in the gut, and with that he exhaled and inhaled one last time in emotional agony.

Then he jumped.