The wind carried the soft music from the ongoing party on the 12th floor of the 13 storey Belzoni House, as he stood on the edge of the terrace in his party suit. Damon looked down at the traffic beneath him. He did feel bad about his parents, but his pain had become unbearable. The broken heart of his pierced his days and nights and he knew, no one would be able to glue them back together. ‘What do you know about falling in love?’, her last message read. Never a day went by, never a moment passed, when he did not blame himself for hurting her. He had begged her to forgive him. He had cried, did everything possible, but she just did not come anywhere near accepting him back. He hadn’t told a word about this to anyone, not even to his best friends, who were currently enjoying the birthday party of a friend downstairs.
The wind blew harder as he stepped closer to the edge. He wanted to die more than anything now. He missed his brother badly, but he knew, not for long now. He smiled through his tears and lifted one foot towards the fall, oblivious that a certain someone had their eye on him. That someone, specifically a girl, had now moved silently towards Damon, unaware of the storm that raged within him, threatening to devour him anytime now. Her eyes bored into his back as she stood there deciding what to say to prevent this boy from jumping.
To be continued.
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