Leo stood next to the bridge, looking down at the dark water below. The wind brushed through his short blonde hair, making a mess of it. He didn’t care, not anymore. Depression had grown into despair, had clawed its way through him until there was nothing left but an exhausted husk. He hurt, body, mind and soul. Nothing helped, not booze, not drugs, or even women. It still ate at him, making him sick. He felt a knot form in his throat as he stepped up onto the first rung, his right hand grabbing onto the beam next to him. Tears burned his eyes as he stepped onto the top rung and he felt the full force of the wind hit him. He looked down into the dark abyss and swallowed the lump in his throat. He stepped out, his foot hovering over space and just when he was about to let himself drop to freedom, he felt hands grip the waist band of his jeans and he was wrenched back, away from silence, away from peace, away from death. He hit the ground with a thud, the air whooshing out of his lungs, his vision bursting with points of color. He blinked as he breathed and when his vision cleared he found himself staring into the most beautiful pair of green eyes he had ever seen.