text: 2.21am The apartment "Are you ready?" "No." "Yes you are, just grab my hand and let's go." "I don't want to." "We've talked about this for so long. Please, just come with me." "..." "Come on, we can leave all this behind, it'll be just the two of us, just trust me." "No." * 2.46am The rooftop The wind was freezing on the roof of the high-rise apartment building, but the young man with an almost empty bottle of whiskey in his hand didn't mind. He wasn't afraid of getting a cold, it wouldn't bother him anymore, since he would stop existing in about fifteen minutes or so. It was a struggle for the man to obtain the keys to the roof, but now as he watched the sleeping city from way up, he was absolutely certain, that it was worth all the trouble. It truly felt like the city was asleep. The only thing, that the man could hear, were the trees ratteling in the distance. The city lights were glimmering in the darkness, like stars in the night sky. The view was stunning. It was hard for the man to understand, how much this city transformed during the day. * 2.23am The apartment "Jump with me!" "You're scaring me." The woman replied. The man moved closer to the woman, his face now five centimeters away from hers. "We've talked about this for a long time, don't back out now." The woman could smell the alcohol from his breath. The woman could see the storm in the man's eyes when he pulled her hair. "Do you understand? " The man shouted. "You are coming with me, just like... just like we planned! " The woman fell to her knees, and covered her face with her hands. She was crying and praying to a god, that she didn't even believe in. "Don't make me do this!" He shouted, while walking around in their living room. The man took a drink and continued to shout at her. She didn't even know what the man was saying anymore. She couldn't hear him. She felt the man's hands wrapping around her neck. His hands were strong, and he squeezed as hard as he could. The man heard when the woman tried to gasp for air, gasps filled with despair. The woman didn't resist, she didn't try to get herself free from his grip. She just stared at him with her big brown eyes. This was the first time, the man truly realized how gorgeous her eyes were. * 2.55am The rooftop The man opened the almost empty whiskey bottle, and took a swig. It was Jack Daniels, his favourite. The man felt the warm sensation in his throat, he had always enjoyed that feeling. The man was sitting on the edge of the roof, his legs hanging in the air below him. 'How will this bottle break, if I drop it from here? In how many pieces will it be, when it hits the ground? Will the pieces spread on the collision like fragments from a grenade? Who will clean them? When will he clean them?' He dropped the bottle. Silence... Silence... Crash The man could hear the bottle breaking in to a million pieces down below. ' When I jump and eventually collide with the ground, will I be in bits and pieces, just like that whiskey bottle? When will they clean me up? Who will do it? How long will it take?' The man looked down from the edge. He usually wasn't good with heights, but the alcohol cooled his nerves. ' Will anyone miss me, will they remember me? Is there anyone who cares about me anymore? Did I drive them all away? ' ' Did I just kill the last person that cared about me?' The man started to count out loud, slowly but steadily. "One..." "Two..." "Three..." "Four... " ' Will I meet her again, somewhere far away? Will she forgive me?' "Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine..." "..." ' We'll be together again... Right?' "Ten.