Sorrow is a shortcut to happiness.

Excerpt

"Don't do it."

A wave of chills spread from my toes and up to my arms. My head registered that something was familiar with the male voice, but I didn't look behind me. I was mesmerized by the dark below, and I wanted it to remain that way.

I didn't answer.

"Please don't do it", the voice said once again; this time, it was slightly louder, and I figured that he might have walked closed to me. It made me flinch.

"Don't come close to me." I demanded. "Just go away."

"I won't." He protested, "You have so much to live for, still."

"No I don't."

I didn't want to falter from the disturbance of the stranger behind me, but at that moment, my tears couldn't help themselves from building up in my eyes. I stared at the dark underneath; it was still tempting, and the thought of why I was here, rubbed it in.

"At least try to believe me", the male said, pleading but at the same time calm. "You do."

My grip on the ledge tightened, and I squeezed my eyes shut as I gave out a sigh. The wind had already made me freeze.

"I've lost everything I care about, and my dreams have been shattered continuously. I don't."

I pushed myself further, a feeling in my stomach making me weak and fuzzy, and quickly turned my head to throw a glance at the person who had been so sure of keeping me in this world.

"I have nothing to live for." I confirmed before I caught a glimpse of his whole.

He was standing two meters away from me; hands clasped together and his eyes radiating emotion I wasn't prepared for.

Just at that moment, I realized who it was, and my stomach clutched.

"Then maybe, I can be your nothing."