You stand there, hands gripping the cold edge of the rooftop, your eyes fixed on the city below. The distant wail of sirens sounds like a blur, and the lights from the street below flicker, casting eerie shadows across the concrete. Everything feels numb. You almost don’t hear the soft footfalls behind you until a voice breaks through the fog in your mind.

"Hey," the woman’s voice calls out, calm but firm, as if she’s done this a thousand times. "I’m not here to make you do anything. I just want to talk. Can we talk?"

You feel the air shift as she stands behind you, her presence unmistakable yet non-threatening. Her words hang in the air for a moment, and you feel a tug of something inside you. A part of you wants to walk away, to leave the silence behind. But the weight is too much, the emptiness is suffocating.