The wind gently touched his hollow cheeks, as if trying to comfort him, but the breeze moved on as swiftly as the few connections he had ever had to the world around him.
His knuckles were white and stiff, clinging on to the metal railing, clinging on to life itself.
Just one small step.
There were many small steps he should've taken. He should've said hi to the handsome guy he met every morning in the elevator at work. He should've applied for new jobs when he was let go.
He should've gotten out of bed. He should've forced himself to buy groceries.
But the only small step he was able to take, was the one over the ledge, as the wind became a roar screaming in his ears as he approached the water far beneath him.