retro future // Triple H

one

- futurism

{ they all wanted the same thing:

they all wanted to feel free.
that feeling of being disconnected from the whole world.
they wanted to leave.

that's why they did it.
that's why they jumped. }

As the three friends (once no more than strangers to one another) stood on the rooftop, they thought over the previous week's events. How it had all come crashing down to that one second where they held hands on the edge.

The car, money, booze.
It had seemed like that would've been a perfect life.
But it wasn't life that they desired any longer.
They required something much more interesting than life.

A heaven of their own.

So they stood at the edge of the roof.
Sirens blaring behind them, flashing their blue lights into the black night sky.
No stars shone that night.
There was no need for stars.

People think that people do things like this because they're sad, or sick of life.
This was different.
They were beyond high on life.
They'd found all their happiness and longed to seek for more.

They weren't sad.
They smiled.
And laughed, as they all stepped forward.

No last glance at life.
Just smiles and interlocked fingers as they fell.

Closer to the cold city, where the cars had stopped to see the commotion.
Closer to the streets where they had once partied and ruled the night.
Closer to the unknown that they hoped would contain a place of true happiness.

close to heaven.