A Fantasy Before Suicide

Nadi seemed not to hear anything at all.

She looked down at the busy streets below, her eyes empty, her gaze lost.

One more step forward, and she would fall to her death.

She was done with this world. It was her weakness, her failure. Her heart had stopped beating, its fire extinguished, leaving no desire to go on.

She had let her mother down. She would break her promise. She couldn't fulfill her mother's last wish, she couldn't live well, couldn't find her younger brother.

She was too exhausted, too drained.

Dying now or later didn't matter. She was bound to die anyway.

The sooner it ended, the better.

Nadi slowly lifted her head, staring up at the clouds above.

One of them was round and fluffy, resembling a child's face from afar, plump and soft, almost adorable.

Tears filled Nadi's eyes. She raised her heavy arm, extending it as if trying to trace the cloud's shape in the distance.

If her child had survived, would they look like this?