My hands wrapped tightly around the cold, untouched window panes, fearing i could lose the grip and fall to my death. I looked down and imagined my death. It's going to be painful, not forgetting bloody.
But the sun, it mocks at my stupidness. How could i fall behind those protective panes? I wish the panes could be your hands because it protects me from falling. It protects me from getting hurt.
But,
How could i fall, when i'm already such a long way down?
