Falling Gracefully

I remember, that one day when I left school. It was a sunny day. No, a little cloudy actually. Yes cloudy. Even though the sun seemed to find its way through anyhow. I remember the sweet scent that wavered around that little cafe in town, even how a group of boys would play around with their so expensive bicycles. Trying to get everyone's attention. Which they did in the end.

So clearly I seem to recall everything at the end.

Walking down the street I usually take, waiting for the same green light to flick on, I looked up towards the rooftop belonging to an abandoned skyscraper politicians have constantly been debating on regarding its use for the nearby future. Just at the at the top, close to invisible to the naked eye, I saw a figure standing at the top, close to the edge it seemed. Using my hand to keep the sun from blinding me, I saw how a white haired boy with what it seemed to have been an oversized black jacket, slowly leaning forwards, until he finally fell off.
I was shocked to say the least. Though just when I was about to call for help I noticed how gracefully it looked. I know, it might sound weird, actually awfully weird coming from a ten-year-old, and some people may think I must've lost a screw or two, but I'm not lying. He just looked so confident and fearless from where I was standing. He didn't wriggle around as if he was in any panic, nor did he scream for help or any of that kind of nonsense. He just fell, quietly and gracefully. Just like a bird flying down to its nest, for its final rest.

I never saw him again after that. No news about a boy seen falling, nor dying for that fact. A mystery to the society I lived in. Except for me. Because to some weird belief, I always thought that the he was somewhere out there, walking the earth with us.

And here we are...

"Hey, Melissa!" The young brown haired detective speaks to me. There's worry in his eyes as he's crouching down, calling out to me.
"C'mon kid!" The other says in a more demanding tone. He's a little older. Ok, a little might be a an understatement. Though his looks might not compliment his actual age. You should really take that as a compliment Akashi. I give out a small chuckle. Confused of course they go quiet giving me looks of confusion as they seem to examine me. Which is understandable, after all....

I don't think I'll ever be able to see the same blue sky again.

Closing my eyes for a few seconds, trying to regain some of the power I've lost, I look up to see how a boy just around my age slowly starts to make his way towards me, to just stop a few steps behind the others. Just as if he was strapped, theoretically I mean. Maybe more like... a former prisoner who doesn't know he's out. Like that I guess. Now wouldn't that make a good title for something?

Finally lifting his gaze from the gravel I face him, giving him a lighthearted smile. I don't really know if it's out of relief or happiness, or even both that I gave him that look. That white hair of his just reminded me so much of that day. So much that even my sight started to blur from all the tears I started to shed. It's the boy from back then.. I repeat continuously, trying to convince myself that he's real and not any kind of illusion my mind had created in the mids of everything.

Im just so.. happy..

"It's been so long..." I'm able to get out with my cracked up voice, gaining their attention. "five years, I've waited... to finally see that white hair of yours" cause of the lack of power my head starts tilting to the right with some of my scarlet hair hiding my pale looking skin. "I'm glad.."

This will be the last...

"I finally got to see you again..."

and final straw...

Note:
So... long time hasn't it ^^"
And I'm not going to explain it cause it already sounds like such a drag..!
Yeah no energy left now, haha... I've had such a hard time sleeping for the last few days (dreams, waking up countless times during the night)
So I thought "why not be done with this text and publish it on Wattpad instead of this English-thing I'm supposed to?"
So now I'll go back to sleeping on my desk...
Adiós!