He stood at the edge of the building, the wind whipping his hair into a frenzy. The city lights blurred together below, a distant hum of activity that seemed to mock him. "πβππ ππ ππ‘," he thought, the words echoing in his mind like a death sentence.
The door creaked open, and a figure stumbled out onto the rooftop. "ππ’πͺπ΅, π₯π°π―'π΅ π₯π° πͺπ΅!" the man shouted, his voice hoarse with desperation.
He turned, his eyes locking onto the newcomer's. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the only sound the wind rushing past.
The man took a step closer, his eyes pleading. "Please, don't leave me. πΌ ππππ π¦ππ’."
He raised an eyebrow, a bitter smile twisting his lips. "You need me? Don't make me laugh."
The man's face contorted in anguish. "πππππ π πππ'π‘ ππ. πΌ'ππ ππ πππ¦π‘βπππ, π½π’π π‘ ππ‘ππ¦. "
He laughed, the sound cold and mirthless. "You're too late for that."
With a sudden, swift movement, he pushed off from the edge, the wind rushing up to meet him.
As he fell, the city lights blurred together, a kaleidoscope of color and sound. The wind roared past, a deafening scream that filled his ears.
Time seemed to slow, and for a moment, he felt a sense of weightlessness, of freedom.