Matt had never had so many thoughts running through his head. He could see the street down below, his next destination. So this was what it was like to be a bird. He didn't like it. He lifted his eyes from the ground as he felt Nemo's grip tighten around his wrist and his stomach dropped. He was going through with this. He had no idea why, this was probably one of the stupidest ideas he'd ever had. But it was either this or let Nemo jump by himself, alone. He wasn't even thinking about himself at this point in his actions.
His heart was racing, his palms were sweating. He thought about Khaat, he thought about Jess. Hell, he even thought about his family. But most of all he thought about Nemo. How he had always figured Nemo to be someone who could handle his liquor. Someone who was always happy and knew how to have a good time. This was a Nemo he didn't even know existed. So many thoughts to think before he jumped to his death. His placed his wand inside his pocket, it wasn't resonating heat or cold. It was just a lump in his pocket. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes.
“One -”
"Here we go." he said softly and at the count of three; he stepped of the building with Nemo still gripping his hand.
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