WARNING:
Standing above the city, he watched. The lights burned from every which way. People milled about screaming, traveling in packs, downing "happy drinks". Eerie echos of once familiar music floated from the Moulin Rouge. He closed his eyes trying to shut out the images of brightly dressed cancan dancers, dancing in ways that would have made an older generation confirm their thoughts of an out-of-control-youth. But of course this was true. It was the center of the Bohemian Revolution. There was nothing like it, nothing. In the words of Charles Dickens: It was the best of times it was the worst of times, and indeed it was.
But no matter how good the best of times were, the worst always took the most painful of tolls. Which brought him back to that one fatal night. How she lay in his arms. So helpless...Fragile, like a doll, ready to break: then did. And that was the end, end of it all. He remembered how the world fell silent. How he seemed to float from his body and look down onto his emotionless form. Then watching as what happened settled into his soul. His heart broke and the tears rolled as he gripped her in his arms, bringing her closer and closer toward him, thinking somehow, someway that would bring her back to him. But it didn't and that just brought him back to the present.
He marveled at how long it had taken for this thought to come to him. It was so easy, so simple................Death
Stepping backward foot by foot he could feel his heart beat against his chest, the blood run through his veins, the air swirl about inside him. It suddenly all became quiet, as his final moments came, he stepped slowly backwards, almost in a daze. Standing 10 feet from the edge he breathed deeply. His eyes fell to the manuscript in hand. The manuscript telling the story of what once was. He carefully untied it and took some papers in each hand. Beginning to sprint, he couldn't feel the ground beneath him. Opening his eyes, he was falling. He fell slowly at first because of the wind current, then began to rapidly fall. The papers flew from his hands, and scattered into the sky. From below they looked like glittering diamonds with the bright lights bouncing off. People screamed with delight but then gaped in horror as they watched the man fall. He smiled as the pavement came closer.
I'll finally be with my one true love, he thought. He fell to the ground and that was the end...There wasn't anymore.