Where everything starts...

He thought that death from falling is lame.
But unfortunately, it happened... to him.
The said boy was on top of a building. Feet dangling from the edge of the rooptop.
He is not attempting suicide.
That's what people would think if they saw him. But being in high places such as the rooftop of his school just make him relax and what you can call his comfort zone.
For him, it's nice being there.
But what he didn't know is that he would immediately regret being in his so called comfort zone.
The door connecting the rooftop and the stairs suddenly opened and an also black-haired girl his age came out of it, whose apparently cursing him to the pits of hell on her head.
The black-haired boy sitting on the edge of the rooftop was expecting it because it always happen, if it didn't then his death would welcome him early.
"Amos! Will you stop making me look for you?!" his friend said, catching her breath and crossed her arms.
"Ah." the boy named Amos monotonously replied and then quickly chuckled, his darkened eyes light up as if amused from how the girl is acting.
Amos' friend quickly saw red. "Don't 'ah' me, you dimwit!" she raged while making a funny face when saying the word 'ah'.
Amos just replied by laying down on the floor, his lean body facing upward, arms on the back of his head as cushion.
A smirk tugging on his lips.
This lazy action merely irritated his friend and about to smack the shit out of him if it were not for the strong wind that lifted her skirt.
She shrieked, holding her skirt and looked at him with accusing eyes. "Did you see?"
Amos sat up and threw her a bored look, "tell me what would I see?"
His friend blushed, embarrassment and shame etching on her pretty face. She coughed to hide her embarassment.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Amos, standing with his back straight, away from the edge of the rooftop but still close from it. He place his hands on his pants pockets and uttered.
"I'm giving you a minute."
The girl stuttered. "I— wait." composing herself, closed fists on both sides of her skirt and now, looking at him with dark determined orbs.
"I think I like you." confidence brimming on her friend's words but her already dark eyes become misty with his blunt reply.
He bowed. "I'm sorry. I can't return your feelings." hoisting himself up, he smiled sadly at the girl, who's now trying not to shed tears in front of the boy that rejected her.
The girl that he rejected stared at him with crazed eyes and sighed. "I wish it wouldn't come to this, but you leave me no choice." she whispered, that he almost missed it if he didn't strain his ears just to hear it.
Amos shuddered at what he had heard.
What?
The girl closed the distance with fast strides and pushed him off the edge with a force that he did not expect from her.
He watched himself fall from the edge of the building, shocked at the circumstance.
"The fuck, girly?! I thought you liked me?!" he let out in distress when he recovered from his shock.
"If you're not gonna be mine, then I would make sure that no one can claim you other than me!" she shouted as if what she uttered made complete sense to her.
The black-haired boy raised his two middle finger at her as if she can still see him do that.
Fuck! What did I do to deserve an admirer that wants to kill me! No! That is not an admirer, that was his murderer!
He closed his eyes in grief, accepting his undeniable fate.
His death.
As air resistance still taking its effect to slow down his fall, the awaiting of death is what killing him.
Splat!
"Someone! Call an ambulance!" a man dressed in a suit immediately hurried to where the boy was at.
The scene was quite horrifying to look at.
The black-haired boy suffered a broken neck, spinal cord, even his limbs were twisted in angle that makes someone staring at it want to vomit their intestines out.
His eyes twitching, suffering from burst blood vessels.
It hurts!
His neck, his fingers, his toes, his limbs.
Everything hurts! Someone! Please... Make it stop!
"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU WAITING FOR?! I SAID CALL AN AMBULANCE!" the man raged as the people who were gathered at the scene are just standing, mouths agape. The said people quickly made a call.
However, when the ambulance arrived, it was already too late, his heartbeat stopped as the last string of consciousness from the boy is gone, his eyes that dimmed shed a lone tear, gone— the darkened orbs that light up when amused.
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Meanwhile...
A certain scroll light up, brightening the whole shelf from a mysterious library before it completely vanished without a single trace.