《Infinitesimal》


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    Atop a rooftop patio, I scanned over the dark cityscape. Jagged skyscrapers concentrated in the center of my view, and occasionally punctuated the otherwise boring skyline elsewhere.


    Wind howled in my ears, deafening me to the sounds of horns and sirens below. It blew through my unkempt hair and billowed my coat like the cape of some superhero that a 7-year-old dreamt of becoming.


    I trod forwards, despite the wind pushing back upon me, as if I were resisting nature herself.


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    Step. Step.


    The reverberations of my rubber soles against the concrete of the building slowly grew sparser. As I kept going closer to the edge of the building, the sounds of the city traffic below grew louder and louder. Looking down, they were like clockwork ants living in a mechanical terrarium, blissfully unaware of everything around them.


    But I was aware. That I''d never amount to anything. That I''d never be loved. That I''m only a burden to others. That what I was about to do was the best way forward.


    I took one last step, this time falling into the inky asphalt void below.