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He stared blankly into the empty streets of the city, watching the wet pavement glisten as the street lights changed color far below. Darkness, silence, loneliness… how could he go on? Life was cruel. The world was retched. And things would always be this way… Why? He silently asked himself. Why must we live like this? Then he felt it again. The rush of pain he had been feeling since he heard what happened, the grief pulling him down into darkness. He gasped and coughed in pain as he crumpled to the floor of the rooftop. After regaining his strength he stood once more. He looked over the edge of the large building. It was hard to see details in the dark from over ten stories high. It wasn't the tallest building in New York, but it would do, the drop would be enough.

Tom began to shiver as the wind blew lightly, and his hands grasped his elbows for warmth. I should do it fast, Tom thought. The others will find the note and will get the police or will find a way to stop me. One part of Tom wanted this to happen, to be stopped. However the pain, the pain was just strong enough to convince himself otherwise. He took a deep breath and stepped up on the ledge. Bill, Thought Tom once more. Bill wouldn't like this…Again the pain of grief caught up with him, threatening to make him collapse once again. No! Tom's mind screamed back. Bill is gone! It's all your fault and you must regain your honor and join him! He looked up towards the moon, tears falling down his cheeks and dropping far below him on the barren streets.

Tom looked at the moon, so full and bright, and thought of the way Bill used to look at him with the same bright, cheerfulness the moon holds now; with trust, love and acceptance. And look where Bill was now… and it was all Tom's fault, or at least that is what Tom believed. He heard a screech from below and looked down to see a small gathering crowd, gasping and pointing towards him on the roof. He ignored them and waited. What was he waiting for? For some one to stop him? No. No one would come and Tom knew that. Soon the police arrived, sealing off the area in the front of the building and pushing the people back. Tom saw only the blaring lights of the police cars. He heard no siren, no screams or shouts; he heard nothing but the wind.

Tom was about to do it, to take his last breath and slide off the edge when he couldn't help but look down on more time. And there he was, on the ground surrounded by the others. Bill. But it wasn't possible! Bill was dead! Tom shook his head, there was no way! He turned slowly. Looked at the moon one more time, knowing it would be his last… he let his arms fall to his sides, closed his eyes and whispered something. If he could here this, Bill would've forgiven him. Bill would've forgiven him either way; after all, Tom couldn't have stopped it from happening. But Tom had a duty, or at least he thought he did. What Tom had whispered, his last words, were the words that would bring tears into any ones eyes… "I'm sorry Bill, I love you." Tom tipped his head back and slipped off the edge.

Before Tom hit the ground… before he died… he could have sworn he saw Bill's head popping over the edge of the rooftop and he could have sworn he heard his dead twin calling out his name. But it was over…

Tom was surprised when he opened his eyes. He was also surprised to see Bill's tear stained face above his own.

"Bill?" Tom asked in a scratchy voice. Bill shook his head and turned. Tom sat up. "Bill! Bill!" Tom cried out tears running down his cheeks. He tried to move towards Bill but felt condemned to stay where he was. Bill turned again and looked into Tom's eyes. Bill's eyes were different, they were sorrowful, and filled with agony. "Bill?" Bill just stared at him, more tears rolling down his cheeks. "Bill… you're alive!" Tom wanted to touch Bill, to hug his twin, but once again Bill shook his head. "Bill… I don't understand…"

Bill's hand covered his mouth and he looked as if he were holding back more tears. "Bill… say something…" Tom pleaded, more tears coming from his eyes. Bill walked over to the ledge and that's when Tom realized they were on the roof again.

Finally, Bill spoke. "Why…?" Tom tried to understand, but when he didn't answer Bill turned and embraced him. He held him tightly in his arms and Tom hugged back, choking on his tears. When Bill let go he grabbed Tom's shoulders firmly and looked him strait in the eyes. "Why did you jump?" Tom was stunned by the question and stumbled upon an answer. When Bill saw the desperation in Tom's eyes he smiled sadly and wiped the tears from Tom's face. "Tom…"

When Bill's hands dropped from his shoulders and he refused to look at Tom or say anymore Tom burst out. "I'm sorry Bill! Bill I'm so sorry! I was scared and sad and was desperate! Bill I just wanted to be with you again! I'm sorry!" Bill looked up at Tom with pain in his eyes.

"Tom…"

"No Bill! Please! Please…"

"Tom I…"

"Bill, I can't live without you…" Tom said his voice almost a whisper now. "I'm not… I'm not strong enough…"

"Tom…" Bill smiled hugging his brother again. Tom cried into Bill's shoulder, glad to hold him again. "Tom, I was never mad at you…" Tom cried harder out of joy and relief. "I love you Tom… and I always will."

"I love you too Bill." Then a light extremely bright appeared beside them. Bill stood and extended a hand this brother. Tom took it and they looked at the light together.

Bill looked at Tom and smiled, "I guess it's time, huh?" Tom looked at Bill and smiled back.

"Whatever happens…" he said clutching Bill's hand.

"We do together." Finished Bill. Then with one last breath they looked towards the light, clutching each others hands and stepped in together.

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He stared blankly into the empty streets of the city, watching the wet pavement glisten as the street lights changed color far below. Darkness, silence, loneliness… how could he go on? Life was cruel. The world was retched. And things would always be this way… Why? He silently asked himself. Why must we live like this? Then he felt it again. The rush of pain he had been feeling since he heard what happened, the grief pulling him down into darkness. He gasped and coughed in pain as he crumpled to the floor of the rooftop. After regaining his strength he stood once more. He looked over the edge of the large building. It was hard to see details in the dark from over ten stories high. It wasn't the tallest building in New York, but it would do, the drop would be enough.

Tom began to shiver as the wind blew lightly, and his hands grasped his elbows for warmth. I should do it fast, Tom thought. The others will find the note and will get the police or will find a way to stop me. One part of Tom wanted this to happen, to be stopped. However the pain, the pain was just strong enough to convince himself otherwise. He took a deep breath and stepped up on the ledge. Bill, Thought Tom once more. Bill wouldn't like this…Again the pain of grief caught up with him, threatening to make him collapse once again. No! Tom's mind screamed back. Bill is gone! It's all your fault and you must regain your honor and join him! He looked up towards the moon, tears falling down his cheeks and dropping far below him on the barren streets.

Tom looked at the moon, so full and bright, and thought of the way Bill used to look at him with the same bright, cheerfulness the moon holds now; with trust, love and acceptance. And look where Bill was now… and it was all Tom's fault, or at least that is what Tom believed. He heard a screech from below and looked down to see a small gathering crowd, gasping and pointing towards him on the roof. He ignored them and waited. What was he waiting for? For some one to stop him? No. No one would come and Tom knew that. Soon the police arrived, sealing off the area in the front of the building and pushing the people back. Tom saw only the blaring lights of the police cars. He heard no siren, no screams or shouts; he heard nothing but the wind.

Tom was about to do it, to take his last breath and slide off the edge when he couldn't help but look down on more time. And there he was, on the ground surrounded by the others. Bill. But it wasn't possible! Bill was dead! Tom shook his head, there was no way! He turned slowly. Looked at the moon one more time, knowing it would be his last… he let his arms fall to his sides, closed his eyes and whispered something. If he could here this, Bill would've forgiven him. Bill would've forgiven him either way; after all, Tom couldn't have stopped it from happening. But Tom had a duty, or at least he thought he did. What Tom had whispered, his last words, were the words that would bring tears into any ones eyes… "I'm sorry Bill, I love you." Tom tipped his head back and slipped off the edge.

Before Tom hit the ground… before he died… he could have sworn he saw Bill's head popping over the edge of the rooftop and he could have sworn he heard his dead twin calling out his name. But it was over…

Tom was surprised when he opened his eyes. He was also surprised to see Bill's tear stained face above his own.

"Bill?" Tom asked in a scratchy voice. Bill shook his head and turned. Tom sat up. "Bill! Bill!" Tom cried out tears running down his cheeks. He tried to move towards Bill but felt condemned to stay where he was. Bill turned again and looked into Tom's eyes. Bill's eyes were different, they were sorrowful, and filled with agony. "Bill?" Bill just stared at him, more tears rolling down his cheeks. "Bill… you're alive!" Tom wanted to touch Bill, to hug his twin, but once again Bill shook his head. "Bill… I don't understand…"

Bill's hand covered his mouth and he looked as if he were holding back more tears. "Bill… say something…" Tom pleaded, more tears coming from his eyes. Bill walked over to the ledge and that's when Tom realized they were on the roof again.

Finally, Bill spoke. "Why…?" Tom tried to understand, but when he didn't answer Bill turned and embraced him. He held him tightly in his arms and Tom hugged back, choking on his tears. When Bill let go he grabbed Tom's shoulders firmly and looked him strait in the eyes. "Why did you jump?" Tom was stunned by the question and stumbled upon an answer. When Bill saw the desperation in Tom's eyes he smiled sadly and wiped the tears from Tom's face. "Tom…"

When Bill's hands dropped from his shoulders and he refused to look at Tom or say anymore Tom burst out. "I'm sorry Bill! Bill I'm so sorry! I was scared and sad and was desperate! Bill I just wanted to be with you again! I'm sorry!" Bill looked up at Tom with pain in his eyes.

"Tom…"

"No Bill! Please! Please…"

"Tom I…"

"Bill, I can't live without you…" Tom said his voice almost a whisper now. "I'm not… I'm not strong enough…"

"Tom…" Bill smiled hugging his brother again. Tom cried into Bill's shoulder, glad to hold him again. "Tom, I was never mad at you…" Tom cried harder out of joy and relief. "I love you Tom… and I always will."

"I love you too Bill." Then a light extremely bright appeared beside them. Bill stood and extended a hand this brother. Tom took it and they looked at the light together.

Bill looked at Tom and smiled, "I guess it's time, huh?" Tom looked at Bill and smiled back.

"Whatever happens…" he said clutching Bill's hand.

"We do together." Finished Bill. Then with one last breath they looked towards the light, clutching each others hands and stepped in together.