She stood at the balcony, overlooking the whole place. Two storeys high.

Her first thought wasn’t about how beautiful the view was — not even close.

What came to her mind was that movie scene where the female lead said someone can’t die from a two-storey fall because she watched her own mother fall and survive.

And she wondered…

If she fell from here, what would it feel like?

Would she die?

Or would she just break a few bones?

If it’s broken bones, then how many?

How bad?

Not sad.

Not happy.

Just living.