We used to be strangers

You are looking at someone standing on the edge of the building. Is it a high building? Yes it is. The person is standing, swinging back and forth, looking down. You can't see their face. You stop, look up, sun is shining into your eyes. They are filled with tears now. You need to blink. After a few seconds you look around. Lots of people are on the street. They are just... passing. Not paying any attention! They are chatting, laughing, not noticing someone is up there. You look up again. The person is still there. It looks like they're about to jump. Jump and end their life. You bite your lower lip. Your mind racing a mile a minute. The question is DO YOU CARE IF THEY JUMP? Yes? No? Why? Are all of these feelings, shivering, sweating, because you care about someone's life? Or is it only because you are wondering if it isn't your mum, dad, sibling.. Your friend? So .. If they end their life, if they really jump.. Would you think about who the person was? Why did they do it? Would you really care? Or it would be just another death, another one from the million. Choice is on you..