She sat sank onto the steps. They were cold and wet, but she didn’t care.
The silence around her felt strange. The city should have been buzzing with life this shortly before Christmas. Though the sky was pitch black, it was only late afternoon.
She shook the thoughts away. She knew life was still there. She could see it in every brightly lit window. In the lights spread around the city.
She craned her neck, her eyes scanning the rooftops until she found him.
He had chosen the tallest building, his coat billowing in the wind. The fairy lights wrapped around his body illuminated his tall frame. The lights she’d helped him choose.
She wanted to close her eyes, shut out what was about to happen. That’s when he jumped.
The silence broke by the sudden splash of water. She closed her eyes then, wondering whether there was anything she could have done to stop him.
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