Fourteen Days

My breath hitched in my throat as I stare at the city below me. The cold winter air is ripping at my skin, causing me to wince at every sting from the drop of temperature. Despite it being nearly three in the morning, the city has never felt more alive. Cars drive past the many buildings that tower in the sky. From this height, everything looks so small and difficult to see. White-gray clouds cover the sky in a blanket-mannered way. I realize just how quickly I will die from the impact of hitting the ground. I take a deep breath, letting one foot dangle freely over the edge of the building.

Just jump, I told myself. It'll be quick. Maybe not painless, but quick.

"Just because I don't know you doesn't mean that I should let you kill yourself." He spoke. I turned back to him, crossing my arms over my chest. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed, "Give me fourteen days."

"Fourteen days?" I repeated and he nodded. "For what?"

"Fourteen days to try and get you to stay alive."