Blessed or Cursed

As he stood on the edge of the building, the bitter wind whipped through his hair. The city lights below blurred into a mixture of colors, a stark contrast to the darkness consuming his thoughts.

"I never thought it would come to this," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the distant sounds of traffic. "Losing them all... it's like a nightmare I can't wake up from."

His gaze flickered to the empty sky above, longing for answers that seemed perpetually out of reach. "What did I do to deserve this? Was I meant to suffer like this, alone and broken?"

Memories flooded his mind, each one a painful reminder of what he had lost. The laughter of his family, the warmth of their hugs, the dreams they had shared together—all shattered in an instant.

"And now I'm left with nothing," he whispered, his voice trembling with the weight of his despair. "No job, drowning in debt, betrayed by the one person I thought I could trust."

His heart clenched at the thought of his girlfriend's infidelity, the pain cutting deeper than any physical wound. "I loved her... I trusted her with everything. How could she do this to me?"

A bitter laugh escaped his lips, tinged with resignation. "Homeless, penniless, heartbroken... what's left for me in this world? Nothing but darkness and despair."

With a heavy sigh, he closed his eyes, steeling himself for the final leap into the unknown. "Goodbye, cruel world. May death offer me the peace that life never could."

His feet teetered on the precipice, the cold reality of the situation sinking in. As he hesitated, a flicker of desperation played across his face. He turned to glance back at the cityscape behind him, searching for a sign, a reason to step back from the edge.

His eyes scanned the empty rooftop, yearning for a savior, a voice to break the deafening silence. "Is there no one? No one who cares?" he whispered, his voice barely audible in the wind.

But the world below was a cruel spectator, indifferent to his struggle. The gathering crowd on the street stared up, some with phones out, capturing the tragic scene for their own morbid curiosity. A few callous voices echoed in the air, urging him to jump, their cruel words adding to his anguish.

"Why?" he muttered, his breath shaky as he clung to the hope of intervention. "Is this the world we live in, where people would rather watch a tragedy unfold than lend a helping hand?"

The cold wind bit into his skin, a stark reminder of his solitude. The distant sounds of sirens approached, but whether they were a beacon of hope or an omen of finality remained uncertain.

With a heavy heart, he stepped back from the edge and then As he sprinted toward the edge, his mind raced with a single plea, a desperate cry to a deity he wasn't even sure existed. With each step, his heart pounded in his chest, a symphony of fear and longing echoing in his ears.

"Please... if there is a God..." he thought, his voice lost in the howling wind. "Couldn't he have been kinder to me? What did I do to deserve this?"

His eyes squeezed shut, shutting out the world and its cruel indifference. In that moment of freefall, time seemed to stretch into eternity, his thoughts a whirlwind of regret and resignation.

"Why me?" he whispered, the words lost to the void as he plummeted toward the ground below. "What did I do to deserve this fate?"

But there were no answers, no reassurances in the face of his despair. Only the rushing wind and the distant roar of the city below, a cruel reminder of the insignificance of his existence.

As the ground rushed up to meet him, he braced himself for the final impact,only one thought going through his mind. "If there's any mercy left in this universe, show it to me now."