city nights...

The wind whips across your face. It washes over you, flowing around your shape and reconnecting beyond. You wish you could be like the wind, flowing over timeless land, ever changing, ever free. But you can't. You are tied. Tied by earthly bounds. The air flow changes, shifting to your back and softly moving towards the other. The only other person here. Standing behind him, you can't see his face. But you don't need that. You can feel his emotions as if they were your own. The tenseness of his shoulders makes him worried, the clench of his fists, afraid. He turns around, looking away from the cityscape and moving his to you. His eyes, colorless in the shadows, find yours. You wait, he must have brought you here for something. He looks down, says tonelessly "I-I can't do it anymore." Looking back up at your face, he continues hopelessly "I'm sorry." He brushes past you, moving towards the door, the door that led to countless stairs down. Away from you. You stiffen up, trying not to show weakness in front of him. The door shuts soundlessly, leaving you alone. Still numb, you walk to the edge of the roof, hanging over the support and looking down. Could those tiny dots really be people? People like you, with lives and feelings? Then it hits you. You're alone. You have nobody, nothing. It all left, left with him. He was all you had, your everything. And you hadn't been enough for him. You sink to your knees, sobbing your heart out. Tears streaming down your face, you struggle to stand up. Stumbling, you smash into the railing and tip crazily over the edge. The colors, the lights, the sounds of the city reach you, but are distorted and bent out of shape through your tears. Suddenly, you stand straight. You want to see this world better. Struggling, you manage to balance on the outside of the rail, hanging on behind you for support. The wind starts again, blowing strands of your hair around your neck in a mockery of a hangman's noose. You smile and close your eyes. 

Then you let go...