That meme: "It's been 84 years" is literal here. Anyways, I'm back with a new ambreigns.

I think that at this point my few readers are familiar with the fact that there is always a recurring theme in all my fics. I will not mention it but everyone already knows what I mean.

This fic is no different, and like all my works, I write it based on how I feel. My emotions are always written all over my stories, so you know you can expect anything, any outcome. It all depends on how I feel and the things that are happening to me as I write.

That said I hope that if there is still someone out there willing to read what I write, well I hope you take a look at this fic and leave me comments, favs and follows.

If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it

Remember only the verse, songmaker's cry the one without tears.

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It was a cold, moonless and cloudy night. His skin was bristling, but actually this happened by the realization of what he was about to do rather than by the weather.

For some time now, the handsome, tall brunette could not feel anything. Neither cold nor heat... only a deep emptiness and the sadness that dyed his days of the most gloomy darkness, so much darkness that this night was radiant in light and splendor compared to his soul.

"Just a step, just a little bit of courage and all this will end." He whispered to himself, as he watched the cold, almost frozen water in which he would submerge his pain. "Usually this is seen as an act of cowardice, but nobody knows the courage that is required to live an empty life, with no purpose, no love, no friends, no family. With nothing."

He let go of the railing he was leaning against, until he was right on the edge of the huge bridge, ready to leave everything behind. He inhaled deeply the cold air, that would give him the courage to put an end to this torture. Then, he looked at the sky in a silent prayer.

So much to live for, so much to die for... If only my heart had a home

He closed his chocolate-colored eyes and pushed himself frantically to avoid cowering at the last moment, then launched himself.

However, his fall was faster than he expected. He crashed against the cold metal as someone pulled him back to the bridge and held him firmly.

"You're crazy big man." The deep baby blue eyes of that guy looked at him as if they could see his tormented soul, making him feel exposed.

"You stopped me." The thicker man jerked his body to get out of the grip.

"I obviously did it." The blue-eyed man watched him with intensity. "I don't usually walk around stopping suicidal people but... I think I did very well this time."

The brunette man felt anger. Finally, he had the courage to do this and this man ruined everything. He stood up and in the midst of his anger and frustration he just managed to look again at the water. He must just try again. After all, getting to this point took months.

Months thinking about the possible scenarios of his death, without being able to carry it out. And now that he had lost everything: his wife, his daughter, his family, his house and all his supposed friends turned their backs on him. Now was the perfect time.

It seems that God itself wants my torture to continue...

It was then that the suicidal guy paid attention to the person who had lengthened his agony, by saving his life. The man did not seem afraid or pitiful, he just looked at him thoughtfully.

Usually, people ignored him. The brunette thought he could have thrown himself off that bridge in the middle of the day surrounded by all those who knew him and none would have stopped him. Because it had been so long since any of them cared, they were too busy with each others.

But this weird guy did care.

The messy auburn hair was rocking in the wind, those blue eyes that pierced his soul, had a glow that showed empathy. And the soft, reassuring expression of his face made the bigger man feel a calmness that was alien to him.

And he felt fear. The few ones who had approached him, always did it in the same way: get close, gain his trust and in some cases his love could be romantic or fraternal. And in the end all of them left him.

They walked away tearing a piece of his heart, leaving a deep pain. Leaving him even emptier and more miserable. More incomplete than before.

He felt a deep fear because all he had left was a small part of his heart and could not risk letting someone rip it out cruelly.

And although the distrust in the dark eyes was evident. The blue-eyed man just smiled sweetly at him. The dimples in his cheeks gave him an air of innocence and made him look like a good person.

"My name is Dean Ambrose." The auburn haired man reached out his hand.

The brunette man did not move. The auburn haired man now named Dean, eventually returned his hand to the pocket of his jacket. However, he did not seem offended by the other man's behavior, he smiled at him again amicably.

"Maybe you think you're a hero because you have saved a life." The dark haired man continued with a distrustful look. "But you have only postponed the inevitable."

That said, the raven-haired man turned his back on Dean and began to walk away from him with quick steps. It was getting too cold and his place in the park had probably already been taken by someone else. Now he would have to look for refuge somewhere else.

"At least you could tell me your name." The blue-eyed one was insistent. "At least a smile?"

"I was about to kill myself. Sure I'll give you a smile." The bigger man said bitterly, not stopping his steps.

"Good point." Dean did not stop either.

The brunette walked to a dead end street. He rolled his eyes, he was really walking aimlessly. He turned in his steps and Dean was still behind him.

"Why are you following me?" The brunette said irritably.

"I don't know. I just know I can't help it." It was Dean's explanation.

"Well, stop it. I don't need anyone." The brunette started to walk back.

"Connection." Dean said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. While hurrying his steps to keep following the other man.

And this made the brunette to stop. He looked at Dean with disappointment.

"Connection is a stupid word," he spat with rage.

"Maybe the person who told you that word before was the stupid one." It was the smartass response of the blue-eyed one.

The look of the brunette resembled that of a child who was caught copying in a test. Bingo!

"What should I do for you to leave me alone?" The brunette said with annoyance.

"Tell me your name." Again the smirk.

"Roman," the dark haired replied.

The smile changed from sly to satisfied. "You see it was not that difficult. Now we can be friends, Roman."

Roman smiled bitterly. "You don't know me, just like I don't know you."

"I know you, your name is Roman. You're young, handsome and you're alive thanks to me." Dean replied almost immediately. "And you know me too. I am Dean, your annoying and insistent new friend."

Roman sighed. Dean seemed genuine in his words and actions. But that's how the others seemed like too... Maybe Dean would be like them, like the others who walked over his life tearing a part of him to the point he was about to kill himself.

Or maybe just maybe... Dean was the answer to the silent prayer he made before he tried to jump off the bridge.

This fic contains some verses of the song "Dead Boy's Poem" by Nightwish, which I'm convinced, Tuomas Holoppainen wrote watching at my soul.

I am also going to post another chapter of my ambreigns superhero universe this week, tell me if some of you are interested in keep reading that fic to keep wrinting that story too

As always, if you like how this is going and want another chapter, you know what to do. Thank you so much to those who have taken the time to read the first episode. Let me know what you think.