Chapter 1: Save Him
"D...don’t die!" Naomi yelled at the stranger who sat on the railing of the balcony in the large mansion. She had come up to the highest floor to get some fresh air when she stumbled upon this mysterious figure, casually smoking a cigarette. Panic surged through her as her heart raced.
"Why would you do this? she shouted, her voice thick with urgency, why would you try to commit suicide? Do you think it’s good? Don’t you know it’s a sin?"
Her voice echoed through the expansive halls, filled with both fear and desperation. Despite her frantic attempt to pull him back, he felt as though he was made of steel, his body unmoving at the edge of the balcony.
She had felt suffocated during the charity gala, wanting to calm her nerves after her mother’s constant scrutiny and the comparisons between her and her younger sister, Anna. Little did she know, she would come across a stranger about to commit suicide.
Before she could fully register her surroundings, she saw a cold, dangerous glint in his eyes.
"Let go!" Naomi recoiled, her body shivering in fear as his eyes bore into hers. She instinctively took a step back, still gripping his arm, her mind racing with thoughts of what she could say to change his mind.
"I will if you come down," she said, her voice trembling. "Do you want to die? Do you know how many floors there are? It would probably take you a minute to hit the ground." She kept talking, hoping her words could somehow reach him, pulling him back from the brink.
The stranger removed his cigarette, letting the smoke curl around him like a dark cloud. Naomi’s stomach churned. The night breeze tossed her blonde hair. "Why are you doing this? Stop smoking and get down from there. I see you’re not in your right mind. Are you drunk? I’m sure your sane self wouldn’t want to be seen like this."
At that moment, something flickered in his eyes—something Naomi couldn’t place. But before she could delve deeper into his gaze, he turned away from her, focusing on the distant view. They locked eyes for just a second, sending chills down her spine. "Get out," he said, his voice low and threatening, "unless you want me to throw you down here."
"You can’t," Naomi retorted, though fear was evident in her eyes. Despite her terror, she kept holding onto him. A low, dark chuckle escaped his lips—a sound that sent alarming bells ringing in her head. "Oh really? Watch me."
Just then, the large door behind them swung open with a loud bang, startling Naomi. She turned to see her mother entering the room. "What are you doing here?" her mother’s voice boomed, stepping onto the balcony with wide eyes of confusion.