PruCan Story.

Human AU.

Human names used (duh.)

Suicidal themes.

/If I need to warn you of anything that could be triggering I will do that before each chapter/

Hello Everybody! This is my new story based on a role-play I had a long time ago. Unfortunately I lost contact with the person but the memories live on. I would ask you to give this story a chance as, hopefully, you will like it more as it progresses. Another thing I'd love is some tips and such as I am a fairly new writer. Other than that I'd like to warn you that I will ramble like this at the start of every chapter and I'm sorry for that and, without further ado, Enjoy The Story!

Gilbert Beilschmidt didn't want to live anymore. He'd planned it all out in detail; He'd picked the perfect day, the perfect time and the perfect spot. He'd set free his pet bird, called his brother one last time and set all of his few affairs straight. The day had approached and he felt no growing reluctance, something he was thankful for. He'd gotten dressed, locked up for the last time and left a note pinned to the door. As he rode on the bus everything had the same dull, drained feeling to it. The sky was a dark, foreboding colour, threatening the world with it's weight but he doubted he would ever feel the rain upon his skin. Those clouds summed up the world perfectly, dark, cold and merciless; They would rain on you, umbrella or not.

The bus pulled up at his stop and he shambled off, not bothering to give the driver a strained smile. The street around him was empty, just what he'd hoped for. It was only a few blocks to the bridge and it appeared, towering above him, shortly after he began walking. It shone in the hidden sunlight an Gilbert couldn't remember the last time he'd noticed the beauty of something, even if it was his death. He continued walking eyes fixed, not on the bridge itself, but on where he would fall. It was almost mesmerising to think that such a simple spot on the earth could be the end of it all and he was tempted to jump straight away.

That wasn't the spot he had picked though, the lookout was where he'd jump from, it had to be because that place was special. So he kept walking, gazing, longing. It felt like a crime to force himself into one more second of life but he did it anyway, for no real reason other than he'd planned it. Suddenly realising he was near the lookout he snapped out of his thoughts and was met with an unpleasant sight. A boy, probably only a few years younger than himself had taken his spot. His Spot. It was a sick joke in his final hours and Gilbert was having none of it.

He felt almost cheated, he had every intention to jump but this person was stopping him, probably some kid who had the whole world ahead of him and was making a big deal out of nothing. Part of him wanted to help the kid but most of him was already dead and he just wanted to join it. Angrily he placed his hand upon the boys shoulder causing him to turn around. The boy spun to face Gilbert, sighing with almost matched anger and growling "what?!"

"What are you doing? Get down. Now" Gilbert snapped back at the boy, not speaking his true motive but hoping the resentment was received.

"It's pretty obvious why I'm here isn't it" the boy stared back dully at him, rolling his eyes as though someone else's presence didn't bother him, "and I don't think I will".

Gilbert scoffed, tightening his grip as his voice went cold "What reason do you have to jump, I bet you have it great, everything you could possibly ask for?"

The boys eyes flashed fiercely at the comment and he turned back to face away from the bridge "I don't know why the hell you'd think that but you are wrong. So if you don't mind can you leave me alone for just a moment, this shouldn't take too long."

Gilbert gritted his teeth, why did everything have to be so difficult; He had been planning this for weeks and was left with a complete stranger grinding on his last nerve "I bet you can get into college no problem. I bet you actually have a chance at life, a chance at success."

The boy groaned, not bothering to look back at Gilbert "Maybe I can get into college but that doesn't fix all the shit in my life. I don't have a chance in life because I'm just worthless and I really don't want to live anymore, so just go away okay?"

Gilbert tightened his grip more, just to be safe and hissed at the boy "You will get your ass down, go home, and cry in your pillow for wanting to give up a life with actual potential. A life I only wish I had. I lost my chance at success"

The boy turned around again, recognition flashing through his eyes as he realised why Gilbert was really there, it only lasted a second and the boy soon spoke drearily again "Leave me alone okay? I don't have any fucking potential and I'm not going to get anywhere, so go away. I'm sure you can fucking try to get into college again or whatever you wanted. Just go away"

"No. I have to work my ass off to help my BROTHER go. I can't afford it. I can't get scholarships. I have no choice." Gilbert was growing tired of the boy, but also felt a deep pity for him.

The boy turned around again, glaring at Gilbert, ignoring the tears that were welling in his eyes." Look I'm sorry but how is that MY problem? It's not my fault. I have nothing to do with it, or you. SO let me jump okay? It would be the first nice thing someone's done for me in a long time"

Gilbert sighed deeply and pulled on his shoulder "Get down and maybe we can talk calmly?" He decided to put off his plans for a bit. Not like one more day of worthlessness would change anything.

The boy gritted his teeth "Oh now someone's gonna talk to me. Why should I bother? I think I'd just like to be left alone okay."

"One hour. If you still come back, fine. At least someone gave a shit" Gilbert hissed, tugging even tighter on the boy's shoulder.

The boy glanced between Gilbert and the drop in front of him several times before groaning and slowly stepping back from the ledge "Fine. One Hour."