One man. One rooftop. One final decision. Mark has never been good at making choices and now, when his whole life seemed to fall apart, he finally realizes, that this inability caused him so much pain. While his best friend is inside celebrating his bachelor party Mark had just gone outside to smoke a cigarette. In the end a single phone call causes him to feel self-loathing and regret about the fact that he never made his own decisions. One step and his final decision determine about whether he falls into his death or stays alive. ~*~ This is my first story to ever be published! I am so excited to share it with you :) Make sure to leave a comment on what to improve and what is already good :) ~*~ One Shot Short Story, 1755 words Translated to English from the German original by my dear friend Melisa https://www.fanfiktion.de/s/5b0990570005f395821b901/1/Dunkle-NachtAll Rights Reserved