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The wind stung. But it felt amazing. Needles pricked my skin and sent more cold ruching through me. My t-shirt rippled, the small holes allowing tendrils of ice cold air to caress my skin, numbing me even more. If that was even possible at this point. I stepped up to the ledge protecting people from falling off of the roof. No, for me, it was just somethig higher to jump from. I smiled down at the bustling city beneath me, glad I wasn't going to have to see it ever again. I stole one last glance at the door leading to the stairs downstairs to make sure no one had come up after me, and took a step off. _._._ Amadeus gave up. His parents gave up on him a while ago, they were his life. So why not give up on his life, to?
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(Highest rank- #80 in general fiction) I look down from the window. "This is gonna be enough", I think to myself as I grab the sides of the window and attempt to climb it. I sit on the window sill with my legs facing outside, everything looked so tiny from up here, the cars, the buses, the stray dogs.. Even the humans.. I stand on top of the sill and take a moment to myself. My life wasn't supposed to end here! I wasn't supposed to fall in love, or get distracted! I feel like crying and a tear escapes my eyes, I look to the ground and take a deep breath. "It's time to let go", I think to myself. My cold fingers slowly let go of the edge and I close my eyes. I feel myself being pulled. My breathing hardens, and I fall, maybe to my death.. "I'm sorry, Sid", I say before I close my eyes, maybe forever..

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