Warning: Story contains Angst/suicide theme. Happiness is fairytale, it happens to the lucky ones, and the unlucky ones, sit on top of buildings, looking at the pavement 30 stories up and wonder whether it's going to hurt when they hit it. I've been sitting here almost an hour and now I think I'm ready to fly. I've got to be, because after everything, my life has brought me here and if I wasn't truly ready, I wouldn't have come all this way. I stand up and get ready, here goes. The door opens not far behind me and someone walks out. "Excuse me, OH MY GOD! DON'T JUMP!" The voice scares me, I turn my head and look at the young boy who was almost a witness to my own self murder. The boy was shivering in fear, his eyes had tears streaming down them and he looked white as a ghost. "Go away!" I tell him. "Don't do it. Please. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you did this right here in front of me." The sweet boy says. With a growl I step back and sit. The guy walks over and sits be