Pushed to desperation

"I'll do it. I'm telling you. I will do it." I threatened as I stood at the edge of the Empire State Building. I looked down. The roads were bustling with pedestrians and the trees were adorned with the Christmas decorations. The winds were chilly and picking up speed. I stood at the edge. I was mentally prepared for all this. I know what was going to happen. I've made up my mind. This is one life I don't want to save. It's useless. I know I can't continue. I looked at her in the eyes. She was wearing a chocolate brown winter coat. Winter was around the corner and I knew that I did not bear to live through another Christmas, especially after that accident. Her black hair fluttered in the wind at the top of the building. Slowly, I edged closer to the edge. I knew this is not something I want to reflect on. I jumped.