A tall, slim man stood at the edge of a cliff. Dressed in funeral black, his long hair flying in the wind, he stared unfocused into the deep abyss. He jerked at a sound, as if coming out of a trance. He stepped forward one step towards the cliff and stretched out his arm.

"Phiiiiii, noooo !" He heard a shout as a small body crashed into him with such a force that they both tumbled backwards. The boy must have kept his arm under his neck and head, which is why he felt no pain. Or maybe his pain was beyond human comprehension now. 

"Phi, however hard life is, it's still beautiful. You can't end it just like that," a sweet voice admonished him. "Now Phi, could you please get off me, you are heavy!" 

The older man stood up. "I was not planning to jump off," he turned his face, not wanting to look at the younger. "Please leave me alone!" The younger was about to say something when he saw the older wipe his eyes, move towards the cliff and drop a white lily into the abyss.

The younger left without a word, the pain of the older just resonating deep within him.