Cars honked from below, traffic was slow, some needed to go back home and probably spend time with their families.
I watch from a top a building that's a good 10 stories high.
Looking down at the edge I stand upon wondering if I ever had the choice to change what I said to them.
But knowing them, they probably already made up their minds.
I then look up into the night sky where stars shine and the moon's light stretches along the ground.
Would heaven be a good place for a person like me? I chuckle slightly.
No, that would only be luxury.
A person like me deserves a special in hell.
Abigail didn't deserve what happened to her, I sigh somberly.
I close my eyes as I remember the last time I saw her.
Her long luscious and slightly curled hair flowing against the wind.
Blue eyes that look as bright as a child, and her smile beaming her white teeth like the bright sun.
Her skin is smooth to the touch and bright to the eyes looking at her.
She wore a white tee and blue jeans.
That day we were supposed to hangout and walk around the park as planned.
But that was far from what happened.
The last I could remember was the ambulance and the cries of her family as I stood there and watched.
I spoke as if someone might hear me.
"I... I'm sorry everyone... mom.. dad.."
Tears began to fall down my face as I began to fall from the building.
THUD!
Sirens blare around me.
And all I could think about was her bright face that saved me from this awful despair.
Finally everything went dark as I finally found peace.