She was alone that day. She lived on the sixteenth floor. Just a floor below the terrace, which didn't have any elevated edges. It was dark outside even if the day had just begun. 'It is going to rain soon', she thought. She was wearing a baby pink coloured cropped hoodie and gray coloured sweats. Even when she wore such pretty colours, she felt plain. She felt so lifeless. She wanted to end it all. As she let her emotions take over her, tears rolled down her cheeks. She picked her cup of coffee and walked up to the terrace. She sat down on the floor with her back being supported by the wall behind her. She drank the coffee in silence and after finishing it, she got up and took a step forward like a ballet girl does. Ballet. Something that she had learned over the years. The only thing that made her look elegant. Something she was so proud of. She started dancing slowly. She turned and spun so perfectly. She danced in silence as the cold Breeze blew her out of her face, making her look beautiful. It started raining. It started slowly but picked up speed real fast. She kept dancing as the tears rolled down her cheeks with the droplets of rain. The clouds cried too, to make her feel like she wasn't the only one dancing. She spun towards the edge. Then she took a step, then a spin, then a step, then a spin. She danced on the edge, not fearing the fall. As she reached the corner of the building with a spin, she lifted her left feet, hung her arms loose in the air and let herself fall forward. That's how she ended the mess which she called her life.
YOU ARE READING
FOR JUST ANOTHER DAY
General FictionOnce upon a time, there was a girl. I'am happy she said as she looked in the mirror. So full of life, full of energy alive. She knew how she wanted to feel. She looked around and everywhere she saw love. She was committed to live her dreams. And The...
