It was refreshing to finally have a breeze rushing through his hair. He’d been waiting to take this journey for so long and now he was on his way. The rush of the air was invigorating until his eyes, so cold, began to stream with tears.

    Within seconds everything had taken on a watery façade, he couldn’t see a thing. He knew however that he was still going in the right direction for there no wrong turns on this road to take. He was definitely getting closer and closer and then, he saw it.

     The grey mass rushed towards him, his insides lurched for an instant and then all was dark.

Some say he leaped from the twentieth floor, others the thirtieth and some as high as the roof. Nobody knew for sure. His identity remained a mystery as did his reason for jumping. The note in his pocket had been rendered unreadable by the ocean of blood, spilled upon his impact.