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chapter 1 (unfinished)

It was an awfully cold night. The sky above me looked black, like a deep, endless hole as the light pollution from all the stores below me took the stars away from it.

I look under the security barrier. I was holding a lit cigarette in my right hand , and my left hand was resting against the cold metallic pipe. From here, everything looked so small, so insignificant, so meaningless. If only life was like that. Everything would be so simple, going to work, if I had only one, would be so easy. I mean, i wouldn't even need to have a ton of these, only to pay the bills, if life was simple. I could be an artist, and not think about my future... I could go to work without having a fight with a customer, or without spilling one of those stupid coffee.

But would art be so important, if life was small, insignificant, meaningless ? What would happen, if nothing could have a soul? If my songs couldn't live? If my paintings couldn't tell a story? Someone's story? My story? What would be the point of life, if I couldn't create? Would there even be something to create, if life was small, insignificant, meaningless ?

The thread of my thoughts get cut off by a stranger yelling something to me. I turn to my side, watching him as my body was still turned toward the city . He looked my age, maybe a few years older, but very much taller than me. I had no idea what he was saying because of the strong wind going his way, but he didn't looked like he was simply wishing me a happy new year. He shouts something again, and I can't hear him, again.

"I can't hear you!" I word him. I knew he also couldn't hear me as I point my ear with my left hand to make him understand, leaving the security barrier. Maybe he could hear me, but I didn't really care. My voice was broken anyway. As soon as I make this movement, I can see his whole body tensing, almost freezing, and he puts a hand in front of himself like he was trying to reassure a wild animal.

"What in the world is he trying to do?" I think to myself as a small frown appears on my face. I watch him slowly approaching me. He was a few meters away from me, only two or three big steps and we would be side to side.

"Stay calm!" I finally hear him yell. My frown only gets stronger. I make another sudden move , trying to put both of my hands in front of me to show him I didn't understood why he said that and completely turn around . I was so fucking confused.

I couldn't even start to speak that he took those two big steps, reaching my forearms  and taking a steady grip of both of them. I then feel him pulling me towards him and away from the rest of the city.

I let out a surprised scream as I fall onto him. I can hear his heavy breathing, and the small sound of slight (I wasnt that heavy..) pain escaping his mouth. It takes a few seconds for me to comprehend what just happened.

"Are you crazy?!" I yell to him. My heart was beating so fast because of the sudden adrenaline flowing through my veins.

"You're the crazy one! Were you really trying to kill yourself?" He screams back.

"Me??!!" Who else?

"Yes you!!" Of course, you dumbass.

We both look at eachother for a beat

"I didn't tried to kill myself!" I finally reply with a more than suspicious tone. Almost guilty.

"No, you were just standing over that fucking barrier, ready to jump just to look at the city!" He screams ironically back at me. Only now I realise his really thick British accent. My french one wasnt better.

...

Okay, maybe I was going to jump. But who was he anyway to stop me? Just a random neighbour, not even next to my door apartment.

Instead of saying something, if disagreeing, I simply look down at him. My heartbeat was slowing down , but it still wasn't at a normal speed. White mist was escaping my lips at every breath, immediately disappearing into the night. We were both a bit shocked from our interaction. Him probably because he almost saw someone dying, me because I wasn't only realising now that I almost died.