Suicide is the only way

Vic swallowed hard, his throat dry and tight. Each breath felt like dragging air through sandpaper. His shoes scraped against the rooftop gravel as he took a step closer to the edge.

Silas stood a few paces behind him, his eyes narrowing with intensity. His voice was low but firm, each word edged with steel.

"If you really remember what happened yesterday, then you know I was ready to end you right there. You know I was this close to killing you." He held up his thumb and forefinger, barely a sliver of space between them. "But do you know why you're still standing here, breathing, with a choice to make? It's because of Angelica."

Vic's shoulders tensed, his eyes fixed on the swirling blackness below. The weight of Silas's words was heavy, but the burden of his own guilt was crushing him.