Awesome ambiguous ending. Something so overused and rarely achieves it’s potential, but works here.

I really like this premise and think you used a deft touch. I especially like that he can only imagine her in his peripheral vision. Is it because she’s been away so long, or because anything more direct is too painful?

The sense of place confuses me: he’s on a (presumably) high building, but the city lights shine from “across the river.” I can’t imagine what kind of neighborhood he’s in or its proximity to “the city.” Also, I presume from the cold and wiggling toes that he’s barefoot, but that demands more visceral sensations: feel of rough concrete, cold breezes, balance shifting from foot to foot.

Well done with the ambiguous ending, stopped at just the right spot.

I live in Queens on a street that overlooks Manhattan from over the East River. So, if you were to climb a rooftop and decide to look West, you would see the city lights from across the river as you pondered suicide. Thanks for the appropriate criticisms which always seem to shine when I try to cram too much into a ficly.

I don’t know why but something about the ending and the tone evoked the writing of Kurt Vonnegut for me, particularly Harrison Bergeron. In a good way.