Fall

Jump and Fall

Fay stood at the top of one of the highest buildings of her city. To the west, she could see the ocean waves desperately clawing towards the shore, but always being forced back to where they belonged. To the east, corporate buildings and little stubby rectangular apartments crowded the area with their cold stone walls. It was a rather windy day, and Fay's fiery red hair whisked in all directions around her. She had to squint to keep the wind from blinding her, hiding her emerald eyes from the world. She wondered why she felt so at peace here, and so unafraid. When she was younger, heights were her biggest fear; but now, her biggest fear is living. Her dirty sneakers walked themselves to the ledge, to the end. She looked down at the ground, so far away, yet she knew it would be flying at her faster than most assume. Falling isn't floating or gently cascading. Falling is losing all feeling and crashing through the air. She barely had any thoughts at all, besides ones of what she came here to do. She was here for one reason and one reason only. And that reason was to make it stop.