Free

I wasn’t going to jump. Honestly, I wasn’t. I was just up there to look at the lights, to look at the stars that were in the sky, and to look at the passing traffic that blurred past twenty-five stories below. I wasn’t going to jump.

But then there was this wave of emotions – five million different ones – and suddenly, I was standing at the edge, my right foot threatening to take that one last step into a black journey. Death was so fucking appealing to me, all the sudden.

Drabble.
just 500 hundred words.
Frank's finally free.