So Tired Of Being Alive ;; Benjamin Kowalewicz ;; OneShot

I'm at the old dilapidated highway bridge.
Be here ten minutes from now.
At least, if you still care.
I pressed the 'send' key on my cell phone before sliding it close and throwing it behind me, onto the old, dirty street of the bridge that hadn't been used in more than a decade. It was supposed to be pulled down forever ago, but that never happened. That way, the old bridge had been standing forever, unused, only to annoy anyone who was driving on the highway below it and to be besmirched with graffitis.
Walking to the balustrade, I took a deep breath. Then I leaned against it and looked down onto the highway which seemed even further down now. I had always been scared of heights, but this simply wasn't the time to be afraid. I estimated the street to be about 25 meters down; enough to kill, especially if a few cars get you.
I stayed this way for the next few minutes. Just staring at the cars speeding over the highway, unaware what would be happening later this night. Until I heard a car driving onto the pavement behind me, sharply braking and coming to a stop less than a second later.
I turned around to see him getting out of his car and slamming the door behind him. I leaned against the balustrade again, still facing him. His appearance only was enough to make me genuinely smile as he was slowly walking towards me.
"Ben." I said, my smile turning into a smirk. He stopped in front of me, a smirk matching mine appearing on his handsome face. "I didn't think you'd actually come."
"Well... your message didn't really leave me a choice." He chuckled, stepping closer and putting his hands on the balustrade, trapping me between his arms. I didn't mind. Only the fact that he was here, with me, that I must mean at least something to him. That I could breathe in his overwhelmingly good smell. It would make everything that was about to happen so much easier.
"Actually, it did. You still have a choice now as well. You can turn around and leave any second. You can go back to the studio tomorrow and pretend this night never happened. You can go and forget my name. You can pretend you never knew how much you meant to me."
His smirk finally faded like I knew it would when I told him this. I had always been able to read him like a book, starting from the day we first met.
He took a final step forward, pressing his body against mine, capturing me between himself and the balustrade.
"You're really going to do this?" he asked, his beautiful chocolate brown eyes boring into mine, finally completely serious, without the slightest hint of amusement visible in them.
"Oh Ben... I had expected you to know me well enough to not ask these kind of questions." I raised an eyebrow. "Of course I am. And if this were six months ago, so would you." When he looked away at this, I smirked again, my eyes staying entirely emotionless.
"I assume you still remember the way we used to talk about how empty our lives were? You, Benjamin, the 22-year-old musician without success that didn't want to go to college. Me, Kaicia, the 18-year-old girl that had once had so many dreams but had been lost somewhere along the way, that had no goals in life anymore." He looked back into my eyes, silent, because he knew I was telling the truth.
"We would've been perfect." I put my hands on the back of his neck, starting to pull his face towards mine. "And I sure as hell don't want to die without ever having done this." I didn't have to pull him any further since he pushed his lips into mine himself.
As I closed my eyes, I felt his hands on my back, roaming up to my shoulders and back down, while I wrapped my arms around his neck. He leaned into my body even more, making me bend my back over the balustrade. This was what I had wanted for so long, I wished it would never end. I tried to capture all of the overwhelming emotions I felt right then. I knew it was the most perfect moment of my life.
What I had wanted to never end sadly did the next minute, when Ben broke away and left the both of us standing in the cool night air, breathing heavily, our lips still almost touching.
I looked into his eyes for what I expected to be the last time ever, wanting to keep a hold on exactly what color those amazing eyes of the man I fell in love with possessed.
I turned around and climbed over the balustrade, balancing on the bridge's small edge, trying not to look down yet. I still had something to tell him, I couldn't afford to slip and fall yet.
"I'm too bored of being alive. You aren't as lost as I am anymore. Half a year ago, we would have been here together. But not with one of us watching. We both would've been standing here, hoping to escape the trap life had set for us together." I took a deep breath, ready to finish the last few sentences I would ever speak. I wasn't prepared for what Ben did next.
His feet hit the small edge next to mine and he took my hand in his, leaving both of us standing there, dangerously close to falling, but still holding onto the balustrade with one hand.
I threw a quick glance down, seeing the cars passing, their headlights seeming to blur in my vision. Then I looked back at his face. He was smiling. I smiled back. I mouthed 'I love you.'.
And then, we were free.
it's horrid to see you again
an emotional retard.

please tell me this wasn't the worst thing ever.

ratemsgcboxpick.
all of those if possible [:

btw;
balustrade = most overused word ever x]