It’s as I walk past the cafe, that I see it. She’s there with another, and through the window, I can see the way she fidgets her hands in a way she does only when she’s flustered. I know it only too well, considering it has just been a week since we broke up. She must have been ready to move on months ago.

I hurriedly turn away, blinking away the tears in my eyes and forcing myself to continue walking. I choke out a breath, and suddenly, it’s hard to breathe. I stumble, just wanting to get away.

It’s already becoming dark when I become aware of my surroundings and the ache in my feet. I look up at my apartment building, rising up numerous floors, and making me feel so small in comparison. My feet take me forward slowly, and it’s only when I am in front of my door, key in the lock, that I make my decision.

I don’t even bother removing my key, instead flinging myself to the nearest stairwell, knowing I don’t have enough patience for the elevator. My stomping feet echo loudly in the empty area. The door to the rooftop bangs upon the wall, and yet in my haze, I hear nothing.

I stand on the ledge, suddenly feeling so at ease with myself. The wind ruffles my hair softly, and a smile comes to my lips as I say,

“In a way, this is the happy ending for the both of us.”