Chapter 1: Not a bad day for goodbye
46 metres – that's roughly 15 stories high.
That is the minimum height required to kill a person should they want to die by falling from a great height. Of course, this is not a fact written in stone – some people actually died from less than spectacular height. There are multiple factors into it: the landing position, the landing surface etc..
"Stop it! You know you're just stalling the inevitable," Lucy chastised herself.
She shook her head to clear off invisible clouds and cautiously peered over the edge of the building, then looked up and around her. Honestly, it wasn't a bad day to just end it. From where she stood – alone on the tallest tower in the city – she could oversee the entire dazzling, twinkling and merry canvas that is the city where she worked in. From below, sparkling towers were winding up as if trying to reach the sky and the far way, monotonous sounds of the traffic reached up to her ears. Whilst from above, the stars were like luminous pearls, stringed up in the sky.
Unknowingly, Lucy felt her lips curved up in a small smile and she chuckled to herself. Yes, this is definitely not a bad day for goodbye.
Lucy placed one worn shoe over the edge and tilted her body slightly forward.
"Bye-bye."
There wasn't even a drop of remorseful tear.
