He was the first

He was looking at the edge of the building, cigarette in hand. He didn't notice me. I slowly walked towards him. My mind was exploding of the horrible thoughts. As my heart raced, I approached him from behind. Suddenly I remembered my class. Never have I seen a teacher capture the hearts of students. He seemed happy knowing he was helping them grow. I remember the look on Shun's face too. That despair in his eyes, he was cornered in malevolent thoughts. Ones I'll never understand. The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't stand him sad. I quickly pushed out my hands. I looked from the edge of the building to see him falling to his doom. He looked at me one more time with his dark brown eyes. The last thing he saw was my face. He broke many bones and a pool of blood was rushed through from his head. I heard a noise from around the corner and ran back into the school, afraid I was seen, even though no one was on the roof with me. I went directly to the washroom. A bunch of students went to see what the thud was and they all saw the disturbing sight of the dead homeroom teacher. A girl screamed and the nurse called an ambulance. He was rushed to the hospital but it was too late. He died after the fall, while I sat there in the washroom. Some may argue I killed an innocent man, but I couldn't see Shun like that ever again. I killed a man, but I didn't feel guilty. I didn't feel anything