The evening clouds gradually dissipated, and the sunset hung obliquely.
On the rooftop of the hospital in Ancient Village Township, a slender white figure teetered on the edge. The evening wind lifted the hem of his clothes, and his figure wavered like a dry leaf about to be blown away.
The people below the roof were mostly patients and nurses from the hospital, many of whom knew Blake Shaw, as his fame was widely recognized across the country.
"Blake, don't jump. Melody Sutton's death has nothing to do with you. You shouldn't feel guilty. You still have a bright future and great times ahead," Director Clarke yelled, beside himself. In the effort to film this movie, he felt as if he had aged ten years.
If this movie resulted in Blake Shaw's demise, it would likely be marked with the unfortunate tag of failure.
