As the winds blow by high, the sky was dark as the light of the city voided the sky of it’s galactic beauty, the corrupt yet beautiful world of this, all around the cities, it was as if the cars, the walking's by the streets was one of the best, all the sound just now voided by cry of bypass waves of laughers. Sky high building, I can't remember, it was so blurry, as the sounds of cars so loud and lively, yet I couldn’t even touch the lives of inner, as why would you, just hallucinating all time as unwanted thoughts, the feeling of people all over me, always wonder how they think, always ponder of what they could even think of me, why cared for such, it’s unwanted, all praise and all highlight, was more and more of facade lies, the truth, is in the critique, it always is and always will be. It filled my mind with these thoughts, these happy thoughts, why does it make me so happy to listen, to these thoughts of the plummeted skies highs, on the edge as my legs feels tense, I always have the fear of height, always stuck to me from the first year to this, I couldn’t even overcome this, but now, I will face it, I will prove it, I will moved.
At the edge, it was all lights.
Target Identified, Commence, Operation Lovecraft.
Huh, I guess it’s a start, I should just approach her.
As his earpiece rings, a radio was sent, the voice of a woman on the side.
“This is the 7th attempt of Operation Lovecraft, tend her and cared, and then we can leave this operation for good.”
As then, he slightly giggles, as with the replies
“ You seem mad. But I could not understand why lovecraft, who names these operations, there’s no strange monsters.”
As then, it was quiet on the other side.
Hair blossom of dark and short, it was ordinary of a man, middle ages, in black plate carriers, black helmet with some goggles straps onto, as with black cargo pants and a white small capes that was slightly dirty, European with five o'clock shadow and a heavy eyebags, relaxed face show opposite, as his eyes always stay half close, his skins was snow whites, as his eyes was green, it light brightly, with a ski mask of green, as a rifle holster to his back with a straps, it was a kalashnikov-103, black design with a crude paint of white letter on the handed as it read “Lick” it was on all big fonts.
Here I’m standing on the edge of the ledge, beside the girls, on the same ledge, might as well be with her jumping off together like a strange couple, but that is something I desired for the future, but now, I have a job to do.
With him suddenly approaching, it was fast, with the inhumane speed, as the winds followed, it blew the girl's shoulder a little. There she was, her looks, why is she even wearing a hoodie, I wonder what she feels.
As it blows, she looks beside her, a figure, bigger than her with strange gears, as it stands there, unmoving, just looking, with its eyes of green glows like a watch tower lighting the thundering skies of the rainy ocean. As she stutters about, with her slightly muttered, her heart takes a beating as it sways around, with her stepping closer to the ledge.
I could not look into her eyes, I’ve had enough really, I will try to be more caring?
With him cleaning his throats, with the slightly moving a little bit forward, as he spokes in a tones not to rough for his looks
“How, how are you? You look pretty young, nice clothes.”
As I look down, some liquid drops.
As she slightly reply, stuttering about,
“Who, who are you!?”
Ah, as expected, maybe wearing this on this mission was a little bit of a miscalculation
As then, he stands low, and sits beside the ledge, as his legs sways towards the bottom below, where the crossing of multitudes of humans appears, as some are family, walking with their children on the Sunday night.
As then he speaks, with the wind highlight it self's more
“Sorry that I just come out of nowhere but, do you think by doing this will achieve anything particularly helpful? I’ll hear you, and I will understand.”
As then, she quiets down, unable to speak, nor to intertwine on the occurrences.
As then, he spoke once again,
“How old are you, kid.” Right, how old is she anyways.
As then, she spokes, still on the ledges beside him.
“19, who are you..”
As he slightly giggles, it was as the sound of an old man, who sits outside admiring the flying birds
“So, you wanna die.”
Who, who is this man, what does he care for much, never sees him nor, what is going on, is that a rifle… What is, I'm just overthinking…
As the silent wind blows
“You are not a hallucination, I exist, and I have a question unanswered.”
Should I even try to reply, should I try to move, should I just tell him what he wants? Is that fate? I guess I should’ve been taking notes from the beginning huh.
“ Why would you care”
With her right legs laying on the ledge as both of them were barefoot, as her shoes were tuck on the side of the edge, it was nicely well
Very fancy one, I never thought
“ I honestly could not, that is fact, I could not understand you, but that doesn’t mean I need to, I just need to understand only a fraction of your view..”
Is that so, I, I.
As then, when she took a single step, he looked into the girl's eyes. It was black, it was normal, all black hair, long and well maid, nothing strange, just a girl with little tires that can lasted no longer than four minutes
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What, those eyes, it glows.
With his speaks, while the mask tucks on, the lips underneath move.
“If you wish to jump, so be it, I will not stop you, but, I do have something I want to give you, sound silly, coming from me, nobody, but, what will you do if you have a second chance?”
The skies were dark, as the light of the beauty of the city bloomed brighter than it ever could.
As then, she quietly spelled out the answers.
“I, I just wish to never bother anyone, I just, wish I could stop be with people I know, and stopping from being a burden”
With him, standing from the ledge, there it was, a man standing on the ledge, with the capes running through of the skies
“ I’ve know people, who always begs for money, from their parents, even if the person is dying of an illness that can’t be treated by any mean, the first time, I thought, that I just want to punch him, and tell him to stop, which is a right thing to do. But then I pounders once more, that was my brother, who was alone, single and working a uneventful life, always needing money, with circumstances that are out of his control, always there, but even then, after confronting him, he was so kind, so welcome. I always wonder, how are they their own true self, after the mother dies, he kills himself on the edge of his room, it was a mess, it was darkness, it was the abyss, that’s all I could think of at that time. I saw a note he wrote, it was sent to me, as it specifically tells it to give it to me. There, I saw his true self. He always wanted to remove himself, but my existence keeps him moving. He was so happy that I was there, even if my attention isn’t to be kind, he knows full well of how parasitic he is, yet, he couldn't do it, he was scared, he was scared that the mother would cried, even if he begs, even if he always ask, he know that the mother always love him, no matter what, and that true, on the last word, she tells me to keep an eye on him. I failed, but even then, I learned a lot. It was hard living without her meal, or her presence, as then, I will continue.
As then, he sighs.
“ But, if only I could give him a second chance, you can do it, you can jump off, but, would you? What if, I say, maybe, that second chance does exist, now would you? “
Would I.
Would I do it?
I..,
Could I even try, I always have a fear of heights, my legs feel numb on the ledge, but my determination keeps me here. A second chance, why me, why out of all the people out there.
“Why me, why not all the others that died upon me? What’s so special about me that you cared about?”
With him, stepping a little closer, his breathing tense
“ You are nothing special, you have mundane issues, and then keep it within yourself, never to explain it to others, you keep venting those inner thoughts, and it always boils you alive. Have you ever had that feeling? But even then, even if many people don’t get to have this second chance, that doesn't mean they don’t deserve it, now, if you wish get a second chance, you can grab my hand, and we will jump off, to a next place, where maybe, you can feel welcome, just maybe.
This second chance, is he crazy, what would he do? Strip me naked, send me to human trafficking? Is that what this is about? There is no true second chance.
And then she steps to the ledge, with both legs on it, with her voice louder than him.
“ You are lying, there’s no second chance! And what will you make of me anyways? A prostitute? Make a lot of money on some slave mine, why do you have a rifle? Are you a cartel!?”
As then, he stands there on the ledges, his hand is still up.
“Your concern is true, if you want to jump so be it, be on the grave, but this is your last chance, do you really want this to end? I might sound absurd, but I can show you the way, please, don’t give up, like my brother, and many more I’ve confronted! Yes, I’ve met multiple people, they keep denying the offer, can we please stop and just accept… I can’t continue to look. I can’t keep you in the details if you don’t accept. Please, grab my hand...”
Multiple? How many times, wait, how is he, even here? What is going on, why does he want to jump with me, is this, really the second chance.. Maybe, this is the second chance, but even if it’s not, even if I were sent as a sex slave, a coal miner, I could at least, be of use, I will, regret this. I will feel all the pain and needle by my actions, but I will follow my heart.
As then, she slowly moved towards him, with the hand still as a statue, the hand was wrapped on tactical gloves, with kevlar padding all around, as it was well used with many rips.
As then, she touches the tips, with little effort, she holds onto the rough terrain of his hands, as then, he slowly grips it firmly, even if the glove is heavily used, the inside is still soft and weak.
As then, he push her a little, and that, he as well follow,
While they’re both falling on the skies, he hugs her firmly, as then.
On the concrete floors, it was empty, the wind was normal, and the streets filled with Manys, as it continued to be filled by happy families all around, it was peaceful, it was quiet, it was
The new year.