Slippery Fence

   “The rains are getting harder I guess” as I whispered to myself.

   The city streets were filled with cars that kept on crawling through the traffic. Some of the cars honked, while others kept on moving without a sound. The never-ending traffic made the city streets bustling with sounds, while the sidewalks were constantly drenched by the rain.

   I looked across the distance and saw all the silhouettes of the skyscrapers right in front of me. As the rain kept getting heavier, the fog got thicker and thicker. All there was to see was the lights passing through the fog. 

   Staring into the haze, I wondered. If I disappear right now-if everything that led up to this point is now all gone-it won’t affect these people. If someone truly loved me, the outcome would never have led here. But I guess this just shows that love is illusory. 



   What is love? Is it really just something people have deluded themselves with? All of this has to be fake, right? There’s no way people actually believe in this sort of thing. People say, “if you love someone, they will love you back.” But all I have gotten was something that happiness could not halt.

   “There’s really nothing I can do about the outcome,” I muttered. My quavering hand seized the fence.

   “Please—why this? Why must it end like this?” I sat there hopelessly with my hands lightly clinging to the fence. 

   This is no use, I guess it was destined to end here. 

   I stood up and stared down at the road again. My feelings mixed with the feeling of ending it all and the feeling of clinging to the last thread of hope. I tried to get up on the fence with my trembling arms. But at last, I managed to stand on the slippery fence.