"Jump!"
"I can't."
"Why?"
"I just can't. I want to, but I can't."
"No one's going to miss you, so you can stop lying to yourself."
"Someone has to care. Someone, out there."
"Yeah, that's what they all say. Someone loves you, someone cares, someone knows what you're going through. Now, where are all these people huh?"
"They're.. I..."
"You don't know, do you? They're all 'out there'."
"But they're there..."
"They can't hear you. No one can. So just jump."
He took a step forward and peered down at the empty street, beautifully covered by such thick white snow, hoping someone would see him. Hoping someone would come running up any second, to stop him. To tell him he was needed. To tell him he was loved. To tell him what he was doing was stupid. He wanted to scream, wanted to make some sort of loud sound, so that someone could hear him.
He counted to five, but no one came running.
He looked around him, only to be welcomed by an empty rooftop.
"What are you waiting for?"
"Do you care?"
"Excuse me?"
"Do you care?"
"I'm the only one that cares. That's what we're supposed to do, care."
"Then why do I have to jump?"
"Because I don't want to see you hurt anymore. I don't want to see you cry every night before you go to bed. I don't want to see you looking in the mirror with such disgust. I want you to jump. I want you to stop suffering. Jump."
He took another step forward, and with that, he felt a sudden rush of wind. Adrenaline surged through his body in such vast amounts. Something he never experienced before, something beyond exhilaration.
And then there was a dead calm as if everything had stopped, and then he felt it - the release.
