Flawed Flower

This was her moment. The hundred storey building her stage. Without a count, everyone knew. The watchers below pulled in their breathes all at once. As if it was practiced for this very moment. The girl above sailing out to depart from this world seemed like an unexplainable thing, yet familiar even. Every second seemed important, and at the same time useless.

She was fluttering like a petal of flower falling until her last moment. Beautiful. No one uttered, but everyone saw. Everyone knew.

Out she went.