Unity's p.o.v

While the world is preoccupied with other stuff, I watch the sunset on the top of the roof. I

feel at peace here. I rest my eyes for a moment. With the gentleness of a mother, the wind blows

my hair. I tempt fate briefly by standing close to the edge. Aunt Elena stops me before

I can jump. What's the difference between being suicidal and longing to be as free as a bird?