Thirty Seconds of Regret

Lena looked down from the roof of the hospital. People walking below looked like mere specks from how high up she was. Even the cars didn't look much larger than models as they moved back and forth across the roads below.

She wasn't quite sure how far exactly it was but certainly high enough up that no one who dropped from this high would likely survive. Not the most pleasant thought for that afternoon.

The princess closed her eyes as the cool breeze brushed against her face. A welcome gentleness to the torrent building up inside.

Lena rested her hands on the ledge of the roof as she leaned her upper body over it trying to catch more of the breezing. There was something rather peaceful about being in such a position. A peacefulness that on most days she struggled to grasp.