Look what happened
And at the end of it all, you'll be standing on a ledge against a dark night sky background. You would be wearing a long overcoat with dark shirt and trousers. Your eyes would be drowsy and your face would be exceptionally pale, like out of a Tim Burton movie. Everyone would be standing behind you, waiting for you to say something, but just as the wind would intensify and the sky would scream, you would jump off the ledge.
And as you would look up from the floor, all weary and tired - ready to close your eyes - you won't see the face of a loved one, but the words "Look what happened" scrawled across the sky, waiting to be penned down in your notebook. You would stretch your left hand forward to catch hold of them, to write them down, but your heart will fail you and you will die.
And, the words - the words would stay in the air forever, eternally waiting to be caught down by some stranger and penned down in your memoir.
Can't you feel them around you already?
