Someone Was Jumping Off The Roof

At this moment, both her feet were already mid-air. She only needed to jump slightly to descend lightly and weightlessly like a falling leaf — as if she was flying.

Then, a splatter of blood and flesh would follow.

The sky seemed to have brightened a little. Just like that, her gaze remained fixated on the eastern sky, not particularly focused upon anything. To be able to watch the rising sun every day appeared to be a blessing in itself for people like her.

She had already forgotten how long it had been since she last watched a sunrise. If she had been reborn once again only to experience such a painful partition between life and death, she would rather she had never gone through this life.

She reached out as if she was trying to grab hold of something, perhaps it was a strand of wind, a thread of air, but not a sliver of hope.