Miles walked along the sidewalk, looking at all the cars passing by. They were in a hurry, he thought, unlike himself. He wandered around without any goal, without anything to do. He looked up to the sky, and he could see the starts. It was dark outside, and he turned his head towards the city. There was a lot of lights over there, it looked peaceful. He smiled. He was standing on the edge of the bridge, looking down at the city. It was truly beautiful, it really was. He knew that there couldn't be a better way of dying than this. It was the perfect time. And the perfect day, as well. It was the day before his sisters death, two years ago. Everybody told him that it would get easier with time, that he would move on, but it didn't work that way. He was still as broken as he had been exactly two years ago, when she had died. It didn't get better, he had tried, but nothing had ever gotten better. The last two years of his life had been a living hell. And now, he was finally about to end it all. He looked at the clock tower, waiting for it to start ringing its bells. There were only minutes left till it would turn 12am. Soon, it would be the day his sister had died. Just in a few minutes. He looked up to the sky, thought of her. He hoped that she didn't blame him for what he did. He looked down, one last time, before he heard the bells ringing, and let go.