Just one step.
The breeze caresses my hair. Gentle, yet strong enough to alter the way I had combed it. The sun hasn't come out yet. I could see a sliver of a pink hue on the horizon. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. The air went in ice-cold and came out warm. It's intriguing how people say someone is dead or alive by the existence of this very process. Air moving in and out. Strange, isn't it? A chill goes down my spine, creating goosebumps all over. Why did I choose to come here? I don't know. It wasn't impulsive, nor was it part of a meticulously thought-out plan. My mind became a blank slate. No emotions. Nothing. The surroundings seem to get bright. I open my eyes. The sun had come out. Orange and red. The sky has no birds. Is it always like this? I don't know. There is no need of knowing now. I look down to the road from the ledge I'm standing on. Seven stories. Can someone be brought back to life if they fall from seven stories? I gue...