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Buttons sat on the edge of the Brooklyn bridge, kicking his legs back and forth. The night was silent, barely any cars passing through. Faint stars shone high in the sky, faded because of pollution. Waves crashed below him, threatening to sweep him away if he fell.
Buttons ran his hand over the concrete he was sitting on, the scars on his hand illuminated a pale white in flashing lights from the colorful fireworks exploding overhead.
It was a new year.
"Buttons?" A voice rang from behind him. Albert.
Buttons slowly turned his head. He was so fucking tired these days. Everything was gray, drained from all the color that used to surround him. He waited and waited and waited yet the world just kept getting worse and worse.
"Why are you here?" Albert asked softly.
Buttons didn't answer. His throat still felt raw from the screaming he had done earlier when he held tightly to the railing and stared down at the water, just as he was doing now.
"Buttons, don't do it."
Buttons didn't answer, instead standing up so painfully slowly.
"Buttons?"
Buttons started to climb the railing.
A hand grabbed at the back of his shirt. Buttons turned his head to look back at Albert once more and the boy had tears running down his freckled cheeks, the worry in his eyes only showing from the green, red and blue lights above.
"Please."
Buttons felt tears gather in his eyes. A slight breeze ruffled his hair, causing him to shiver slightly.
Buttons felt so
alone. He felt so hopeless.