• He look straight down. He didn't know exactly how far it was down, but he knew it was a very long way. His arms stayed fastened to the top of the wall while his legs dangled off the side.
    Chris had a look on his face of sheer question; almost confusion.
    "What are you doing?" Chris asked.
    "Just thinking." He responded.
    The confusion on Chris' face was now mixed with a small dash of horror and a little less than lethal does of fear.
    "Are you thinking about jumping?" he questioned to the boy on the ledge.
    "No," he laughed, "I'm not suicidal. Besides I'd be too afraid of the fall. In fact I am afraid to even be up here"
    "Then why don't you come down?"
    The boy looked at his friend and saw all of the emotion on his face. The gathering of so many varying feeling in one place made Chris' eyebrows twitch as they were scrunched up on his face letting anyone who looked upon it know that he was feeling extremely uneasy about the entire situation.
    The boy laughed and declared, "You said yourself I was weird."
    "Yeah, but this is scaring me!" he proclaimed.
    The boy responded with a pain in his heart, "I am not going to jump. I am too afraid to jump and more afraid to fall and most afraid of what comes after. I come up here to think. That's all. I ain't gonna lie to you. Thoughts of jumping have crossed my mind, but when your head is as twisted as mines is many thoughts go through it.
    "I told you I was a looney tune when we met. I don't know to what extent you assumed but now you have a better idea don't you."
    He looked back at his friend once again and saw that his face was still contorted and laughed once again. The laugh was full and hearty as if he succeeded some profane joke on Comic View or some hilarious sketch on Mad TV. The kind of laugh that could expected from those listening to the likes of Dave Chappelle, Steve Harvey or Monique. The laugh was real, but the pain behind it was excruciating.
    Once again he fervently assured, "I am not going to jump. I promise! I just really needed to think."
    "Whatever man, I'm outta here! Chris shouted as he left.
    Chris proceeded to leave the multi-level parking deck with the most stunning view of the city with the unwavering thought in his mind that he had just avoided the potential episode with a suicidal lunatic.
    The boy was not a lunatic however. He was just lost. He didn't really know why he went to the parking deck when things got him down. He didn't know if the crisp air helped him think or if the spectacular view cleared his mind. All he knew that he was afraid of heights so he dared not let go of the top of the wall for any reason except to place his feet on the opposite side.
    He pretended that his friends words hadn't hurt him. He pretended that the view and the air was helping him sort things out. He pretended that he didn't have any feelings for the boy who just speed off in a downward direction out of the parking deck. He pretended that the crescent moon was creating a peaceful atmosphere for him. He pretended that his heart was not feeling any pain. He pretended that, like the stars above, he didn't have a care in the world. He pretended he wanted to spit off the building and watch the spit split and fall to the ground. He pretended that he wasn't thinking about jumping. He pretended that Chris never told him that he would make sure he would never cry again. He pretended that someone loved him. He pretended that there was no need to be at the top of the parking deck that night, because things were going right in his life. There was a reason however.
    In the midst of his pretending he decided not to conjure saliva and launch it to the ground. Instead he used his tears as a substitute. After a few of them fell and he watched as no one was around to catch them or even stop them from coming, he hoisted himself up and over the wall and stared at his vehicle. As he pulled out his key and begin to unlock the car door, he was stopped but the tears that continued to fall. They ran down his face and fell on his hand and this bothered him.
    He looked at his reflection in the driver side window. He dropped his keys and looked back towards the ledge. It was clear by the look on his face that his hearts was mutilated. Yet, through all of the pain he was feeling he squeezed his hand into a fist. He replaced the agonized and painful look on his face, with one of determination. How strange that he had a look of such power on his face, but his eye held nothing. If one were to look into them, they'd assume he was dead.
    As his gaze was fixed upon the parking deck wall, he let out a few simple words
    He stated, "You broke a promise to me, not I will break one to you," and with that, he made a mad dash towards the parking deck wall.
    He never cried again.