Great Deeds

The day was going to be my last. I dont know how I came to this conclusion.... But I did. Have, I suppose would be more appropriate. For here I stand, atop this building, waiting for the moment.

Purhaps the moment when this farse of a celebration ends. A rooftop fiesta. Dumb bastards. Maybe I should jump now for spite. Purhaps when she kissed him she was so overcome with passion that she forgot we were lovers. That for so long I had promised a surprise and tonight I would deliver.

The ring has been growing hot for some time now, pressed painfully into the flesh of my clenched fist. To be honest, though I had left to get a drink, I had become distracted by the view. I was hardly five minutes away from her. I had come here to this ledge and stared, fixed and mesmerized by the dizzying hights.

When I had looked back.... How do you acomplish this? Five minutes to be sharing a tongue space? Maybe I hadnt known her for long. Maybe I would just be better off without her.

But then, here is a ledge, there is my love, and where is my heart? Never fear. I see my heart well enough. Just a climb over the ledge.....

In an instant. Without notice. He fell silently and shattered, claiming back his heart, becoming one with his fate.

Is it not interesting how an instant can propell us to acompolish great deeds. How hard to become like the broken heart. But not impossible i suppose.