Peter's P.O.V
My feet dangle off the edge. The cold air causes my breath to hitch in my lungs, making a pause in my already erratic breathing pattern. Nothing in the world is more beautiful than a sleepy, small town. The few lights that do shine from my perspective on my roof, twinkle sadly. I exhale, hard. It's time, I can't just sit here, I'll lose my nerve. I hoist myself up, my glasses fogging with the heat emanating from my sockets. I'm temporarily blinded. My heartbeat quickens, this is it. In a sick way I'm excited, no longer will I be pushed to the side of things, I will be a martyr. Everyone will remeber Peter Hammond. I stand on the lip of the roof ready to lean forward. My thoughts going a million miles, wondering what's on the other side. I will finally be fr-
"Hey!"
YOU ARE READING
Saving the One
RomanceSo far into depression, Peter doesn't see any way out besides death... until Freddie comes along...
