Sam's POV

I walk by the bridge and sit down on the edge. It's a windy day. If I just let myself go, I'd be gone.

But for some reason;

I don't feel the want to jump anymore.

I look beside me and see a man wearing a gray cloak with robin-blue hair and metallic blue eyes. He looks over at me and smiles.

I blink and he's gone.

I never think of him again.

Not until the day I die.