He stood at the edge of the building, the wind gently caressing his cheeks. His brown tussled hair danced in the breeze as he took in the view. It was magnificent.
The cars that lined the streets shuffled along slowly across the road, unaware of what was transpiring hundreds of meters above them. The countless concrete buildings that stood before him in this towering metropolis only made him realize how insignificant he was.
He was a young 24 year old, with a well toned body and chiseled cheeks. He was clad in an expensive three piece suit and a pair of shiny black leather shoes. He was attractive to say the least and he carried an aura of charisma around him.
As he stood there, with his hands in his pockets, a lone tear rolled down his face falling hundreds of meters down onto the road below. Slowly, tear after tear followed. And he started to sob softly.
The once confident and proud young man had suddenly been reduced to a whimpering mess. He cried like a child, tears falling haphazardly off his face.
It looked like the weight of the world had finally cracked this poor man. He had suffered enough. No longer could he hold his own against the torture of living. His existence was pain and it was time to end it all.
He closed his eyes, and breathed slowly, steadying himself. The stream of tears slowly stopped and he glanced at the cold hard concrete pavement that lay hundred of meters down.
He was ready.
And so was I.
I raised my camera and readied myself. I slowed my breathing, and focused the shot.
I saw the picture in my mind, a dashing young man stepping off the edge of the building. In that instant, it would look like he was levitating. This was the final spark in this person's life and I was going to capture it.
The young man steeled himself and he stepped off the edge of the building. In that instant a soft click reverberated on that rooftop as he hurtled hundreds of meter down.
