Just One Step

The breeze caresses my hair.

Gentle, yet strong enough to alter the way I had combed it.

The sun hasn't come out yet.

I could see a sliver of a pink hue on the horizon.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

The air went in ice-cold and came out warm.

It's intriguing how people say someone is dead or alive by the existence of this very process.

Air moving in and out. Strange, isn't it?

A chill goes down my spine, creating goosebumps all over.

Why did I choose to come here?

I don't know.

It wasn't impulsive, neither was it part of a meticulously thought out plan.

My mind became a blank slate.

No emotions. Nothing.

The surroundings seem to get brighter.

I open my eyes.

The sun had come out.

Orange and red.

The sky has no birds. Is it always like this?

I don't know.

There is no need of knowing now.

I look down to the road from the ledge I'm standing on.

Seven stories.

Can someone be brought back to life if they fall from seven stories?

I guess not.

Deep breaths. Easy and gentle.

More breaths.

Okay.

It's just one step.