The wind was sharp up there. His eyes were chasing the cars down the road. He liked sitting on the rim, playing with his fate, if he'd fall down or stay alive. But this night, he didn't want to play. He came for the last time. Sighing, he took the first steps closer to the abysm. He heard words whispering in his ears, phrases people said to him, things that made him smile, some that made him laugh and oh so many that made him cry at night. He just wanted to fly away, so nobody could harm him anymore.