She stood, the wind using a gentle breeze to manipulate her hair. Sitting in her hand was a wine glass, almost empty. Gracefully, lifting the glass to reach her small rosy lips, taking a final sip. Loud chatter and laughs behind sliding glass consumed the silence around her. Taking a breath the woman placed the transparent glass on the railing, staring down at the buildings below. Slipping out of the 6-inch, red death machines strapped to her feet, she climbed onto the railing, her painted toenails shone, reflecting the light from the fairy lights that were strung up above her. Her eyes shut as she downed everything out, the chatter ceasing, the only sound left being her breath. Her delicate fingertips traced the edge of the metal beneath her. Dry mascara, stained her face. If only she could forgot everything, throw it away and start again. But she can't. This is the only way she can fix things. Her velvet, ruby dress hung, dancing with the wind. She took a deep breath, savouring the air as she opened her eyes.
"Happy Birthday to me." She softly sung. Gorgeous colours such as emerald, magenta and cyan bursted through the night, contrasting with the dark sky, creating a beautiful atmosphere. She relished the colours, listening to the final screams of everyone inside. She finally looked down again, emptying the railing behind her.
