The wind ripped through my hair and screamed in my ears. I stole another glance down and then wished I hadn't as I saw the ants of people scurrying along the city streets, over a hundred stories below, oblivious to what I was doing. I shifted forward another inch and screamed as I almost completely lost my balance.

Mental note: next time I plan to fling myself off a building; don't wear heels.

Behind me the golden globe of the Daily Planet creaked as it turned slowly, breaking my concentration. I groaned in frustration as I tried to find the flaw in my own logic for doing this. Though, I could not find any flaw, which ment there was obviously something terribly wrong with my mental health.

I bit my lip and took a few steps away from the edge, kicking off my shoes as I walked. My heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour, and it was not because of my proposed suicide that was making my heart rate so, but for another reason entirely.

"We're crazy Lois; I mean seriously," I muttered to myself, "If we get out of this alive, we're going to see a shrink,"

I sighed again at my impossible sanity and then took a couple more steps backward.

Heartache could possibly be the worst of all illnesses, as I have just recently found out. It makes people do the craziest things, just to get noticed by the person to whom they are infatuated with. Being a victim of heartache myself, I knew how that feels firsthand, but that still does not justify my actions.

Sucking in a lungful of air I cried, "Save me!" into the heavens. With those last words I took a running start then flung my body off the edge of the building, shutting my eyes tightly. For a few moments I sailed through the air, flying like a bird, and then gravity kicked in, and I started to fall.

Plummeting to my death.

At that point reason struck me, a little too late.

What the hell am I doing? I just committed suicide!

I wanted to scream but I knew there was no point, any second now my body would be splattered against the hard Metropolis concrete.

Whoosh! Was all I heard as I felt my body stop, and then start moving upwards in the wrong direction.

"We have got to stop meeting like this Ms. Lane." My savior spoke in his mysterious deep voice, and it was all my heart needed to hear to make it start beating again.

I opened my eyes and saw I was in the arms of my true love, the one who I cannot help but think about every moment of everyday, and if I have to fling myself off a building just to hear his voice, I'd do it again in a heartbeat.