Destiny as a Time Traveler

He was standing on the roof of a skyscraper, the wind blowing through his hair. He could see houses for miles for where he stood. He could feel the smile on his face. He could hear the people behind him and all around him screaming at him to get down, to not jump. They don't understand, if he doesn't jump, the world as they know it will come to an end.
He turned around quickly, looking at everyone around him, giving a quick smile. The wind was pushing him backwards towards the edge. He knew he didn't have much time left. With a final smirk and a small wave, he kicked off the edge of the building, falling quickly. He looked back up at the sky as his hair flew every which way. He pulled the device he was given out of his coat pocket. He held it in his right hand and spread his arms out to his sides like a bird, soaring through the air.
He turned his body around, him now facing the rapidly approaching ground. He held the device tight in his hand, clinging on to it for dear life. He realized in this moment, that if this didn't work, he was dead, he'd just be another bright red stain on the ground, just like wine on a white carpet.
He felt the stinging of the wind and his hair on his face as he came closer to the concrete ground. Once he was only a foot away from the ground, he pressed the button on the device, sending bright sparks in his vision. He worried he would go blind for a moment, but then realized that this is what the man said would happen. His body felt weird, he felt like jello, he couldn't move his limbs. He looked around and saw black all around him.
He could still hear the noises around him, sounding like a busy street. There were people talking, cars driving all around him. Everyone that was there when he jumped, was still there, standing in shock at what they had just seen. Everyone had just witnessed a man jump off a building, and when only a few feet from his enabled death, disappear from reality, leaving only a few sparks in his midst.