This isn’t quite what I hoped it would be, but it’s done now. 🙂
City lights gleamed in the distance. They were pinpricks of life, of hope.
He automatically searched out the building with the spire made of stacked metal gargoyle skulls. Even obscured by wet and fog, it was beautiful. His family lived there, walked and worked in its rooms. He’d spent the best part of childhood there.
His lover’s home was a couple dozen blocks past it. He’d thought it was his home, too. He was wrong.
He looked over his shoulder at his friend. His friend’s dark clothing was wet from the rain and his hair was slicked back. But his gaze held only rough sympathy.
“You knew it would end,” his friend stated.
He nodded. He knew. It still hurt. He took a deep breath of the cool, rain-scented air. “Time to go.”
The both walked to the edge. He placed his hands on the wet railing and looked down. The river below was dark and the waters roiled in the storm.
A small boat bobbed in the water. It was barely visible. He swung his legs over the railing and jumped.
The splash he made was lost in the storm’s fury. The water was numbingly cold. A moment later, his friend dropped beside him.
They looked at each other, than started swimming.