“Don’t do it, don’t jump,” she pleaded.
Jeremy looked over his left shoulder to see a young woman with a concerned look on her face standing about ten feet behind him. “Wait, what?” he said. “I’ve no intention of jumping. I’m not suicidal or crazy, you know.” He turned his head back around and looked down at the street way below.
“Then what are you doing sitting precariously close to the edge of the ledge?” she asked. “Please turn around slowly and walk toward me.”
“What are you? A cop? A shrink?” Jeremy asked.
“No, I’m just someone who lives in this building and I don’t want to see you harm yourself,” she said. “My name is Diana. What’s yours?”
“I don’t care what your name is,” Jeremy said. “And my name is none of your goddam business. You don’t know me or why I’m up here, so stop trying to be a good samaritan or whatever. Just leave me the hell alone.”
“I like coming up here,” Diana said. “It’s like that old song by the Drifters says, ‘On the roof, it’s peaceful as can be / And there the world below can’t bother me.’ That’s how I feel when I come up here. And as they say in that song, when I’m up here on the roof I can get away form all that race noise down in the street. You know what I’m saying?”
Jeremy turned his head back and looked at the girl without saying anything for more than a minute. Then he swung his legs around, stood up, and walked toward Diana. Once he was standing in front of her, he reached his right hand out and said, “My name is Jeremy. Nice to meet you, Diana.”
Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Caters.