Swallow The Light

There is no escape from destiny. That was never more clear to Connie Tuhoe than it was in this moment, on the rooftop of the high rise. Clouds danced at his fingertips, the city below the toes of his shoes squirmed like insects uncovered from their hiding place. There was no choice now, he only hoped that his friends could find it in their hearts to forgive him.
The leather was foreign in his hand, cold and unwelcoming to the touch, but calling his name in such a sweet voice that he ignored the chills creeping up his spine. He could smell it now, the sent of death and decay that radiated from the sleek black mask, it filled his nose as he raised it to his face.
His heart pounded against his rib cage and panic threatened to overtake him but what other choice did he have? He had to do it for them. For the ones he was too weak to protect. For the screams still ringing in his ears. For the blood staining his hands. For a means to an end.
Shaking as the leather touched his cheeks he squeezed his eyes shut and took his last breath, letting the void swallow him whole.