des histoires que tu ne trouve pas au coin de la rue%stories that you do not find on the corner of the street
giving up
not finding the one
being a failure
not being able to resist
are the feelings that are portrayed constantly throughout these stor...
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She carefully climbed over the roof fence. Looking down, there were a few people.
The wind on this particular day was calm, the sun was out, shining on her hazel-brown hair and redwood brown eyes.
She stood there, looking at the horizon for what felt like ages. For once, it was peaceful in here.
She hesitated, looking down at the ground where a small crowd started to form. She tightened her grip on the edge before slightly squatting. A soft sigh escaped her lips.
She sat like that for another eternity.
It started to get somber and cold. Her lips' had slightly become a soft shade of violet. Her colour had washed away from her face.
Yet, she stood there for an hour.
Her stomach started to growl. Though she only ate 5 hours ago, it felt like ages had passed since her last meal.
She resisted.
Her third time looking down, she saw a bigger crowd. She counted them. Thirty-seven people, they probably don't know her, neither does she.
Some insulted her, some encouraged her to do it and others insulted those who insulted her. There was a lot of noise. It disturbed her.
Half an hour later, she stood up. Her grip softened. The crowd underneath her became louder.
Loud is what she despised the most.
Five minutes later, she started to hesitate again. She softened her grip even more, almost letting go, but not quite. She closed her eyes for a brief moment.
When she opened her eyes, the countdown in her head already started.
1 2 3 ...
She took a leap, and let go.
Several seconds later, her white, cold body was on the concrete floor. Blood was everywhere. The crowd gathered around the body. They took a quick glimpse and left the scene.
No emotion of empathy for the mother, No emotion of sympathy for the daughter, No emotion of support for the father, No emotion of pity for the sibling.
