She was wearing black ripped skinny jeans and a giant blue jean jacket with a plain black t-shirt underneath.

She sat down at her usual seat which was under a lamppost. He guessed she didn’t want to get killed in the dark. Not that he was going to kill her.

“Why were you outside my house?” he asked.

“Why are you always outside mine?” she also asked and he didn’t answer. “You were drinking again,” she sighed. It wasn’t a question.

“How do… no.”

“You can’t even lie,” she threw something at his face, it was a paper.

“How do you know?”

“Because I always see you stumbling outside my house and I know you are not disabled.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do, you used to jog around here on Saturdays but now you don’t,” she frowned as if that made her sad.

“You’re not scared I’ll chop you to pieces and sell your parts?” he chuckled.

“No,” she pouted. “I am more worried about you,” she said.

Was he still drunk? He was definitely still drunk.

“Why?”

“Because you changed,” her voice was low.

“You don’t know me.”

“No,” she smiled a little and he wanted her to smile more.

“Could you smile for me?” he asked suddenly, he felt like an idiot but he couldn’t find it in himself to take it back.

“What? No,” she laughed and tried to hide her dimpled smile. He was blown away.

He wanted to see that for the rest of his life, he could feel himself getting murderously desperate to keep this girl.

He hadn’t seen the girl in two weeks and the guest bedroom was becoming more and more a place he spent his time in, it was the only one with a key.

He hated feeling so helpless but his mom was starting to be happy and he couldn’t do anything, he didn’t want to do anything to ruin that.

Today he was at the pit and he was drinking more than he had before, he had gone through a whole packet of cigarettes and was getting shifty. He stood up then and he swayed in the light breeze, he was so far up in the building he couldn’t see the bottom. He took one step forward.

“Stop!” someone yelled.

He turned around and the girl was standing there all beautiful, illuminated by the moon light.

“Hey,” he grinned. “I thought you ran away from me,” he continued to sway.

“No, I didn’t. Come here please,” she sounded panicked.

“No,” he said taking a step backward and he fell. “Oww” he whined trying to rub his face and the next thing he knew the girl was dragging him.

After what felt like forever, he found himself sliding down something he couldn’t see and hit the ground with a dull thud.

“What the hell?” he staggered up to his feet and leaned on the wall.

The girl slapped him. Hard.

“What was that?” she asked.

“What?” he was confused.

“If you ever…” she sniffled a little, “do something like that again…”

“Are you crying? I’m sorry,” he tried to reach out to her, but she wouldn’t let him touch her or look at her face.

Tell us: Do you think he really wanted to fall from the building or was he just too drunk to realise where he was standing?