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?
