1.5

I looked at the high raise buildings in the metropolitan area. They looked so real and strong. I stared at the smaller buildings and then the streets. All those people, and I didn't even knew if any of them were even real. It was like if someone took away the very essence of life from me and made it look like a joke. I stepped closer to the edge, while glancing at the bottom.

'would I even die if I jump'- I thought.

"you will not die."—her.

"what?"—me.

"if you are thinking about jumping and getting killed...drop that idea because you will not die."—her.

"And why is that?"—me.

"well I should know."—her.

"I have jumped off that edge thrice ever since I woke up, I didn't die even once. I got injured, badly. But no, I did not die."—her.

"how is that even possible?"—me.

"Have you tried the imagination thing ever since you woke up?"—her.

" Not really, I thought—"—me.

"you thought that this was the real world, and that things like such don't happen here."—her.

She was sitting on a worn out bean bag with her legs on the table in front of her. Everything around that place was old and broken.

"Does it work here?"—me.

"I don't think it does."—her.

"why is that?"—me.

"Well for one thing I have tried it and for another there is no reason for us to expect it to happen if we never knew how it existed in the first place."—her.

"That is...a very solid theory."—me.