Gerald slammed the front door shut and buttoned his coat. His mind was clouded with suicidal thoughts. He contemplated whether to just throw himself in the street right now and hopefully just end it all. But he only contemplated, theorized. He dragged himself down the street, trying to work up the courage. Convincing himself not to. Trying. What would the world be without him. Exactly the same. He crossed the train tracks. No train. He continued walking, hands stuffed in his pockets. Mumbling to himself, he swerved around the sidewalk and bumped into someone.
"oh, sorry." He looked up and saw the gentle face of a woman staring down at him.
"It's okay. You look sad, what's wrong?" Her voice was comforting and caressed Gerald's ears.
"I'm fine."
She made a pouty face.
"No you're not fine. Come with me."