Literature
Nobody, Not Even the Rain
I stand a top a building, twelve stories high. I wobble in the wind, the rain making my clothes cling to my body. I look out into the starlit night, and feel a pang of sadness at the fact this would be beautiful if I were here to stargaze, but I knew that wasn't the case. Tears leak out the corner of my eye, mixing with the heavy rain above. Peeking my head over the edge of the building, I spot the small shapes of cars below me, zooming down the road, ready to get to their destination, as was I; To the ground, where my broken body would lay. I chuckle almost hysterically, wiping tears from my eyes with the back of my dampened sleeve.
I look