It's the END... or is it?

What a f#*king bitch…

How could she just do that?

His fingers trembled as he scrolled through the messages on her phone, each word slicing through his chest like a freshly sharpened blade. His breathing turned ragged, a strange mix of rage and devastation burning in his throat.

"Baby, he's clueless. I'll see you tonight."

His vision blurred. He read it again, and again, but the words didn't change. His wife, the woman he loved, the woman he sacrificed everything for—had betrayed him.

A part of him wanted to scream. Another part wanted to destroy everything in sight. But he just stood there, the phone slipping from his fingers, crashing against the wooden floor.

The sound echoed in the empty apartment.

It was funny, really.

How could everything feel so hollow now? But deep down, he knew.

It was because I was too busy.Because I wasn't rich.Because I wasn't handsome.Because I wasn't what she wanted.

A bitter laugh escaped his lips. His reflection in the mirror mocked him. A weak-ass man in his thirties who had achieved nothing.

No family. No love. No money. No self-respect.

A man so pathetic that even his own wife threw him away like garbage.

His head was spinning, his chest felt tight, and for the first time in years, he didn't feel like fighting back.

He was just tired.

Tired of the sleepless nights.Tired of the constant failures.Tired of pretending he was okay.

His legs moved on their own, leading him toward the balcony.

He was on the 11th floor.

The city stretched below, glowing with artificial lights. Looking like scattered stars, beautiful yet distant.

Cars sped by. People walked the streets, completely unaware of the man standing on the edge of despair.

They all had something to live for.

What did he have?

He climbed over the railing.

The cold metal bit into his fingers as he stood there, staring down. His heart pounded against his ribs, a wild, erratic rhythm. His breaths came in sharp gasps, his mind racing.

He didn't even know where this courage was coming from.

Hatred?Guilt?Loneliness?

Maybe all of it.

His thoughts drifted back to her. Her smile. Her laughter. The way she used to look at him with love in her eyes.

Was it ever real?

Or was he just a fool from the beginning?

He clenched his jaw. It didn't matter anymore.

Nothing mattered.

His fingers loosened. The wind howled against his ears.

And then—he let go.

The air rushed past him.

The city lights blurred. The world spun.

His body twisted in free fall, his stomach lurching, but he felt... nothing. No fear. No regret. Only an eerie silence, as if time itself had slowed down.

For the first time in years, his mind was clear.

And then—his past came rushing in.

Memories flickered before him like a broken film reel.

The moment he met her, his heart racing when she smiled.The time they danced in the rain, laughing like idiots.The night he proposed, the way her eyes lit up with joy.The dreams they once shared.

And then—the betrayal.

The messages.The lies.The heartbreak.

It crushed him all over again.

His chest ached, his throat burned.

Why?

Why was he the one suffering?

Why did life keep kicking him down?

Why was he even born?

The wind roared in his ears. The ground was getting closer.

And then—impact.

His body hit the ground.

Pain exploded through every nerve in his body, but only for a moment—then it faded into something dull, distant.

His arm ripped apart, twisting unnaturally, severed from the rest of him.

His legs were shattered, broken beyond repair.

His ribs caved in, lungs failing, the air escaping his body in weak, desperate gasps.

The world blurred, his vision narrowing, and the once-bright city lights turned into a dull, suffocating haze.

He lay there, body twisted, bones crushed, dying.

And yet…

He felt nothing.

The pain had vanished.

The sound of the city faded.

He could hear voices, distant and panicked—people rushing toward him, sirens wailing in the background.

Someone touched him. Hands shook his barely breathing body. Voices screamed.

"He's still alive!""Call an ambulance!""Oh my God! Someone help!"

His vision wavered.

He wanted to tell them to stop. To let him go.

But no words left his lips.

The pain should have been unbearable, but instead, it was warm.

The darkness was warm.

Was this what death felt like?

If so, then maybe… it wasn't so bad.

His eyelids fluttered, the last of his strength slipping away.

And then—

Everything faded to black.