I'm sitting on the roof, watching my best friend fall to their death.
It's calm. Eerily serene. We make eye contact and she smiles. She's happy.
How morbid.
I stand up and put on my jacket; besides, it's getting cold outside. Perhaps a cigarette will light me up? I light one and take in a deep, slow breathe.
It's my turn to fall. That was the deal.
She'd fall and then I'd fall. Together.
Almost.
I stand on the edge of the roof and let my foot dangle dangerously off the side, laughing as my shoe falls and lands on her stomach. Good thing my shoe was red.
I take off my other shoe and throw it at her.
Why the fuck would she do that?? Why the fuck would I agree to do that??!? Am I fucking crazy??
The answer is yes.
And next thing I know, I'm trying to fly. I look up and see my best friend at the top of the roof, watching me fall. We make eye contact and I smile. I'm happy.
How morbid.
