A young man was walking down the wet street. A light mist was falling, sprinkling his face as he sauntered on towards his destination. His mind was still recounting the events that occurred not two minutes ago. He had just seen a woman fall from a building. A suicide jumper. He couldn’t believe that such a beautiful young woman would take her own life in such a horrific way. He had heard the screams as he walked around the corner near a bookshop called “The Next Chapter.”
     His attention was directed towards the top of the building across from the store, where he saw the woman. She was probably in her late thirties, wearing a pink summer dress covered in multicolored flowers, dangling her feet from the roof. She wasn’t wearing any shoes as she sat, staring down at the shocked and gaping crowd. The young man stopped right on the corner and stared up at the woman, his legs frozen. What would drive someone to want to end their existence like this? How much suffering must one go through to arrive to this point? Well, it didn’t matter now, he thought. She clearly had this planned. It seemed no amount of convincing from the bystanders below would keep this troubled woman from jumping to her death. Their words of warning had no effect on her. “Don’t do it!” “Come on down, sweetheart!” “It’s not worth it!” were some of the phrases the man caught as he remained rooted on the spot.
     It became apparent that the woman had finally made up her mind, as she began swaying her legs a bit to give herself momentum. As she finally left the roof, her eyes locked with those of the young man. She looked at him as she fell for what felt like an eternity, her dress flowing about as she cascaded down the building, story after story. When her body finally collided with the ground in a thunderous crash, the crowd’s screams were amplified. Their horror echoed throughout the block. As more people surrounded the woman’s broken and lifeless body, the young man knew it was time to go. He tightened his black hoodie, breathed in a deep sigh, and continued on. The next person he needed to take was a few blocks down the street. A car crash. As the young man strolled on, he thought about the faces of all the souls he had witnessed going through similar trauma.
     He continued around another corner, almost at his destination. None of the bustling people around took any notice of him. This made sense, of course. No one ever saw Death, at least, not until it was their time to go.