Spring Nicht.

The shrill ringing of my cell phone pulled me out of a deep slumber. I searched around in the dark for it and found it under the pillow. "H-hello?" I answered.
"Shit, Elle? You need to get over here like NOW."
"Bren? What's going on?" I was utterly confused.
"Ryan. He's threatening to jump and we can't talk him out of it. You have to get over here right fucking now."
"Shit, where are you?" I gasped. My head spun as I jumped out of bed and grabbed my shoes. I was wearing shorts and a tank top and it was the middle of winter. I searched for a jacket, but couldn't find one.
"We're at his apartment. He's on the roof."
"Okay, I'm on my way." I closed the phone and shoved it in the pocket of previously worn jeans that I'd managed to pull on. I ran out the door, not bothering to lock it behind me, and got in the car quicker than I ever had before. The tires squealed as I peeled out of the driveway. Ryan lived on the seventh floor of an eight story apartment complex. He was way too high up to be pulling this shit.
When I got there there were police cars all over the police and there was a square of pavement right below where Ryan stood, roped off in caution tape. Just in case. Brendon was shouting up at him that I was here. I could barely see him at the top of the building.
"You have to let her go up." Spencer pleaded with the cop.
"No. Absolutely not. It'll just push him over the edge." I didn't stop running. I hit the caution tape and pushed by the police and EMTs to the front of the building. The doors were already open. Tears streamed down my face as I raced up eight flights of stairs. I didn't stop once to catch my breath for fear of breaking down. A rush of cold air hit me as I pushed open the door to the roof.
"RYAN!" I screamed. He turned to look over his shoulder at me then shook his head.
"I told them not to call you, Elle. You don't need to see this." He yelled back.
"And you don't need to fucking do it, Ry!" He turned back around and looked down. He wasn't crying and didn't look in the slightest bit upset. "RYAN, NO. This won't solve anything." I walked closer to him and he stepped even closer to the edge.
"It'll solve everything. I can't fucking take it anymore."
"Ryan, you're 18. You're too young to end it all. You can get through this." He shook his head again. "Do it for me? For Brendon. He needs you, Ry. He loves you. So do I. And Spencer, and Jon, and Pete. So many people care more than you think." I was pleading.
"No! No, they don't!" He shouted back. I could hear the tears in his voice now. I took a step closer and he didn't seem to notice. I took another. And another. Until I was close enough to reach out and touch him. His arms and chest were bare and I could see the goosebumps rising on his skin.
"If you jump, I'll jump." I whispered. I saw him tense up and for a second I thought that was it. I thought I had lost my best friend.
And then he stepped back from the ledge and sank to the ground. I slid down beside him and wrapped my arms around him. He shivered under my touch and made me realize how cold I was. "I love you, Ry, no matter what."