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. "๐โ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ก," he thought, the words echoing in his mind like a death sentence.
The door creaked open, and a figure stumbled out onto the rooftop. "๐๐ข๐ช๐ต, ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ช๐ต!" 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. ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข."
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. "๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐'๐ก ๐๐. ๐ผ'๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐กโ๐๐๐, ๐ฝ๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐๐ก๐๐ฆ. "
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.