text: I don’t know if it’s a boy or a shadow I keep seeing but it follows me; to school, to my job, to my house, I can’t escape it. That’s the thing i guess, I don’t want to. That shadow saved my life. One night in late February early March. I went up the tallest building in my shitty subdivision, but you have to understand. I went up with no intention of coming down, well alive at least. The air was cold and still that night, hauntly like it is now. I took a cigarette out of my back jean pocket and lit it with my midnight blue coloured lighter. I wanted to take one last drag just to see if it would taste different, if the smoke felt different as it entered my withered lungs. The wind brushing my deep black hair out of my face. As the cigarette grew smaller so did my courage but fuck it I have been dreaming of this for too fucking long not to do this now. So I took my place of the edge of the office supply building, turned around, spread my arms like glowing wings and leaned backward. As I could feel the tips of my toes leaving the cemented roof. I felt a hand latch onto mine and explosviley pull me out of my subimisive state. That’s when I saw him, him in his cotton black sip up hoodie, old worn black skinny jeans. Eyes so deep the ocean couldn’t fill them. He didn’t look at me, he looked through me. He launched me back onto the roof, He came close and whispered in my ear, ‘no, you can’t do this now. I won’t let you’ his voice was so calming but before I could even complate what happened he was gone. He blended in with the darkness of night. I was left on that roof top sobbing. After that night he started making his appearance more known but only to dissapear after a blink. I want to say thank you or ask him why he saved me. I will never get the chance because this was two years ago and now he’s gone. I don’t know where you are, who you are but thank you and I hope life is treating you well.