{HYPOCRITE}
I stand on the roof and look over the city at night. It's dark, but it's not. The full moon lights up the night, putting all the little artificial streetlights to shame. A breeze blows my hair across my face. I brush the strands aside and close my eyes.
It's completely silent tonight. No one's out driving late, or blasting their radio. It's quiet as snow, but I wait anyway. Just a couple minutes now.
There. I look up and listen. The clock tower starts sounding.
Dong, dong, dong. It's really loud.
Dong, dong dong. I laugh at myself.
Dong, dong, dong. I'm such a hypocrite.
Dong, dong, dong. Twelve times.
It's exactly midnight.
I climb onto the fence and I close my eyes again. I don't say good bye, I don't feel any regret.
I just let myself…
…fall.
