The final step?
Is it going to be the night? When she dredges up the memories of what might have happened there? Does she have the courage? Can she take the final step?
Standing in the darkness and looking out at the stars from the balcony, mosquitoes nibbling at her skin, she gazes vacantly, her mind employed, thoughts relentlessly churning into her mind. Can she do it? She looks down, it's concrete, gray and unforgiving. It will be tough touching it finally, with nothing else in sight, she thinks. She feels weak and nauseated, thinks of the pain that would hit like a tidal wave. She feels dizzy. But she edges forward, one step at a time.
A woman fell down from the same balcony. Died on the spot. Will this be her fate? Will this be a fate she consciously chooses to embrace? Will this be the spot where another life ends? Still closer. Maybe only a step or two away. The cold night air hits her tightly.
She thinks of mum. She thinks of her dad and little brother. Of all the moments they spent together. She thinks of all the friends, of all the people she knew. She thinks of him, of the times they shared, the memories they made, the life she wanted, the house, the kids, the car she wanted to drive. It plays havoc. She moves forward. The final step comes closer.
She says a final prayer. One last thought. Him. And then she jumps. To grayness and a still night. To nothingness. To peace.
Standing in the darkness and looking out at the stars from the balcony, mosquitoes nibbling at her skin, she gazes vacantly, her mind employed, thoughts relentlessly churning into her mind. Can she do it? She looks down, it's concrete, gray and unforgiving. It will be tough touching it finally, with nothing else in sight, she thinks. She feels weak and nauseated, thinks of the pain that would hit like a tidal wave. She feels dizzy. But she edges forward, one step at a time.
A woman fell down from the same balcony. Died on the spot. Will this be her fate? Will this be a fate she consciously chooses to embrace? Will this be the spot where another life ends? Still closer. Maybe only a step or two away. The cold night air hits her tightly.
She thinks of mum. She thinks of her dad and little brother. Of all the moments they spent together. She thinks of all the friends, of all the people she knew. She thinks of him, of the times they shared, the memories they made, the life she wanted, the house, the kids, the car she wanted to drive. It plays havoc. She moves forward. The final step comes closer.
She says a final prayer. One last thought. Him. And then she jumps. To grayness and a still night. To nothingness. To peace.
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