Author Note:This is just something that I came up with while I was supposed to be writing an English paper. No, I do not own CSI. Who do you think this person is?
The night was still. He stood on top of a skyscraper and stared intently at the stars that hovered above him in the sky. This was the place where nothing could hurt him. No one could touch him here. Life continued on without him when he came to this place. The blinding lights down below flickered and blinked like thousands of fireflies. He basked in the solitude and peacefulness.
He loved them all, he really did. But as time continued, he tried his best not to get too close to any of them. He tried to tuck his emotions away so that nothing would ever affect him. Every time something unexpected or tragic happened, he always pushed away the longing to feel. To belong.
They all thought that they knew him. But did they really understand who he was inside? The one who always tried to be rock-solid and aloof. Where was that person now? When circumstances grew too dark and hopeless, he was the unshakable one. He was the person who knew everything. When there were questions, they all looked to him for the answer. Now there was nothing. Nothing to hold him back from plunging over the edge.
Rain started to fall from the heavens. He tilted his head back to feel the coolness on his face. A similar numbness began to build up in his chest. He was the shoulder to cry on, the listening ear. Now he was the one who needed someone. But no one was there. He was alone. Standing in the rain.
There you go. I hope youfelt something due tothis terribly depressing story. Did you figure out who it was? Personally, I wrote this as a Grissom perspective. But it could work for whoever you want.