He stood at the outer side of bridge, gazing with his grey eyes at the sky that reflected the color of his eyes. The water deep below him raged and raining whispered lullabies. He followed drops of rain and closed his eyes tick before the raindrop would kiss his eyes. He loved that feeling, that cold touch of the water droplet...

Every time it would rain outside he would imagine that it is sky weeping. At those moments he felt understanding and tears of sky would cover his tears. That was the only time he allowed himself to cry.

The raindrops would gracefully glide on him, they would compete to hug him by making his clothes wet. He didn't mind being in damp clothes, no one minded him anyways, it was as if was a shadow.

Even he himself would sometimes think he is disappearing. Not once has it happened to his reflection to disappear from the mirror. He hated himself for it, for he was too scared to change. He would lie that he doesn't know how, but the answer was simple...

"Do not think, do it..." Simple huh... For cowards it is not simple. For people like him it is easier to pull the trigger at someone else.

He better get going, the raining is about to stop, he knows it. He took a step forward into nothingness...