His arms were spread as if he was about to fly while he stood at the edge of the rooftop. Standing a few steps away from him, Bea was trembling from head to foot. Her hands stretched out to him.
“Why shouldn’t I jump off?” he asked. “Give me one good reason.”
She paused for a minute. She battled with a million glib reasons that almost anyone will say to dissuade someone who’s about to end his life.
Simply and sincerely, she said, “I’ll miss you.” A tear slowly dropped from her eyes.
He turned around and took Bea’s hands.