Its fascinating. Standing on the edge 100 stories up. Its almost as if you can feel the persistent persuasive pull of death luring you over the edge to your demise, while the will to live, accompanied by fear of death, almost as fragile yet just as strong as life itself anchors you in place. It is here where I first notice how pointless our lives are as individuals. You can see the junkies in the alleys as small as ants, puffs of smoke drifting up to join the clouds, while junkies fly to nowhere, their wings consisting of chemicals and lighter fluid, their lives no less useless than that of the bustling businessman in a hurry to get to a meeting leaving his wife and children at home, all in a desperate race for a pay raise. Typical. We never realize that "happiness" as we call it is not achieved through petty plights and struggles over money and power. True happiness can simply be described as life itself. Life untainted by man. Life is what drives us. Life is what fuels us. Life is our goal. A realization occurs to me as I give in to the pull of death and take my plunge to what seems to be the only freedom in sight. Life may fuel us. Life might drive us. Life may be our goal and our journey. But Death is our final destination.
"C'mon spacey! You're so cute when you zone out." observed Jess, "The others are waiting."
Matt looked over his girlfriend's shoulder and saw "the others" hurrying ahead in an act that seemed nothing like waiting.
"Oh, are they? I hadn't noticed because to me it seems like they have no clue that we're gone." he replied.
She took a step closer, pressing her body against his and placing her hands on his shoulders, rocking back and forth as if they were dancing. The chandelier necklace she always wore since he had given it to her on their 5 month anniversary pressed into his collar bone.
"Do you wanna get outta here? Go somewhere romantic?" she suggested.
"Sounds expensive." he replied with a barely concealed grin.
She laughed and pushed away from him, "C'mon." she said excitingly and started walking in an apparently predetermined direction. The night air was cool but the tall downtown buildings protected against the wind. She turned to see if he was following and the gorgeous smile disappeared from her face when she saw him looking up in what appeared to be astonishment and horror. She looked at him confusedly and followed his line of sight just in time to see a body hurtling towards the ground.
Time seemed to slow down as the head of the unidentified body collided with the beautiful face of Jess. Matt watched in horrifying helplessness as Jess's face caved in from the impact, her neck twisted into an excrutiating angle with an ear piercing POP! leaving her spinal chord protruding from her throat. She shudders as the impact travels through her body totally disfiguring her once graceful figure. The result was a pudding like mixture on the sidewalk made of blood, bones, organs, two severely mangled bodies, and a bloody chandelier necklace.
