Incase you couldn’t tell from the title there are suicidal themes

Falling is peaceful. I would know. You can’t jump off high diving boards without getting the feel of falling. The calm before the storm. The peace before the hurt.

Is it worth it?

I peer down at the concrete below. It’s the same height as my favourite diving boards. Except this time I won’t hit the water.

Images pass through my head. Blood and bone flash, and lead me away. I stand away from the ledge. My ex husband face flashs through my mind, and I go back. He used to call me the most beautiful woman in the world. I wonder if I am still beautiful to him when my bone’s stick out of my body.

Going over the edge is a choice. A choice I’m scared of.

Putting my hands on the railing I think one last time.

Is it worth it?

No.

“Hey”

I jump.

There is a man behind me. He stands atleast a foot taller than me, and his hair shines even in the night. He stands next to me.

“You better not be jumping,” he says.

I’ve made up my mind.

“I am”

He seems surprised.

“Well that’s a shame, I was going to ask you for your number.”

My confusion must show on my face, because his smile grows. I can tell he’s trying to hold back a laugh.

“You see a woman about to jump off a roof and you ask her for her number?”

“I mean, yeah!” His smile shines so brightly

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Your ridiculous!”

I pull put my suicide note from my pocket and rip a corner off. I write my number in black pen and lay it in his hands.

His smiles brightens even more so.

“Wanna get coffee?”