one step
Soft rumblings of the highway, bright headlights burning through the night
two steps
Wind rushing over the building, sharp and cold this high up
three steps
Soft white hair, porcelain skin, ruby eyes with dark circles from lack of sleep, bloodshot and unfocused
four steps
Skin marred by lines, oozing blood
five steps
Toes curling over the edge of the building, hesitating for just a moment
A hand reaching out to grasp fabric, fearful violet eyes framed by golden hair meeting broken red ones
Arms encircling another, skin pressed together, warm drops soaking through a shirt
four steps
three steps
two steps
one step
zero
Fin.
Are you proud of me, people? A story that didn't end in complete angst!
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