I step onto the roof and see a guy with a dinosaur hoodie. I walk over to him, holding out my hand.
"Hey! Don't do it... please." I shout. The guy takes my hand. I pull him away from the edge.
"You've probably heard it all before, but I really thought he would change." The guy states.
"For God's sake, please! Are you serious? I can't believe you got here before me. A man can't change if he doesn't know how. Could he be trapped in his mind?" I ask. The guy in the dinosuar hoodie nods, then disappeared.
And like that their was someone everyday, I listened to their tale, I made them turn away. And yet there was no one who would do this for me, no way I could let out all this pain.
