The sky was beautiful. Emma’s lips moved soundlessly as she gazed out at the sight before her eyes. A gentle wind caressed her cheeks softly. Her toes danced on the fine line between life and death, as she managed to keep her balance. Emma yawned while she stood still. Faint shouts could be heard from the street below. Bystanders passing by on the street below could only see a suicidal girl ready to jump from the building. But no; she was perfectly sane and knew what she was doing.

“Emma. You don’t want to do it.” a quiet voice whispered from behind her, deep and dark. She smiled vaguely.

“You are incorrect, kind sir. I do want to.” she said politely, teetering. Emma smiled as her bare toes peeked over the edge. The stranger didn’t speak for a moment and the two stood in comfortable silence.

“I know what it feels like to be alone.. Let me help you.” he finally said, reaching out to touch her. Emma couldn’t see him but knew he was there.

“No.” she mouthed silently. The girl jumped off the rooftop.