He stood on the edge and looked down to the streets below. All his life he had been so afraid of heights and here he was. Precipice, he thought to himself, what a word to come to mind. I'm about to swan dive into concrete and all I can think of is the proper name for this place. If I weren't so numb inside I'd laugh.
From the rooftop the city flickered below like a sea of neon and dim streetlights. This place was far too urban to give a decent view of the sky at night. It was cold out and a wind had picked up. He could smell the donuts being cooked down the street and the faint aroma of urine from the alleyway below. Christmas time in Houston was mild by comparison to most places, but still he wore a coat. It'd be a shame to ruin this coat, he thought. He took it off and folded it neatly on top of an air conditioning unit nearby. Maybe someone will find it and give it a good home.
He went back to the edge. He was shaking. It was the adrenaline. Fear? Now? Why no