Xerxes, the male that had moved from a foreign country to study abroad, wasn't feeling much of anything. He wasn't sad, angered, or detesting anyone in particular. At most, he just felt sort of empty... and tired. He had planned out the day to the best of his ability. His decision hadn't been spontaneous. No, it had been perfectly planned out, his form of a joke. He knew exactly at what time he was to come. He knew exactly at what moment the door to the roof of his family's building would be open. He knew exactly how to leave a message to be delivered after his death. He had thought out all variables and consants, or at least he imagined so. It wasn't like it actually mattered or so he tried to tell himself. A little voice, one born from him constantly being pushed to be 'perfect', told him that it did matter whether or not his death was planned and caused no inconvenience. He hated the voice, but it was his own, so there wasn't much he could do.
He spun his keychain around his finger nonchalantly, trying to get himself calmed. Death wasn't a laughing matter, and not even he could just blow it off with his normal apathy. He was however, mostly worried about how the death would happen, worried that it would turn he forgot to include something in his plan and he'd end up dying a slow death.
His keys went flying from his fingers, but he didn't necessarily care. They ended up landing somewhere further on the roof of the building, but he didn't get up to get them. He wouldn't need them where he was, if everything worked out as he planned, going. He looked towards the sky, looking for a sign.
No, he wasn't looking for any sort of holy message, one that would tell him to save himself. He wouldn't follow the message, even if he believed in a god. He was looking for something else, something he knew existed. A plane, or rather, a private jet. This specific little jet, if his information was right, contained his Father and Mother who were going to another country.
He scanned the sky and, after a few minutes, managed to catch it with his eyes. He couldn't think of anything dramatic to say that wouldn't sound cliche and forced, so he just walked off the building, which was unluckily way too high for his comfort. "Shi-" He closed his mouth before cursing, mostly so he wouldn't accidentally ingest any flying insects. Still, the ground was annoyingly far away.
AS it turned out, he didn't want to die. He had been acting ridiculously illogical, so damn illogical, and he regretted ever coming up to the roof. There wasn't much he could do except count off the seconds until his inevitable impact. He wasn't scared, but he didn't want to die either. His intelligence however, couldn't much to help him in the dire situation he was in. He was going too fast to safely stop, and he didn't see any way of doing so. As such, he closed his eyes. He wasn't scared of death, but he was afraid of the pain.