I get out of my car on the top story of the parking garage. I notice a man walking around his car next to the railing at the side of the building, glancing around almost as if to see if anyone is watching.
I wonder what’s going through his head. I wonder if he’s thinking of jumping.
I think about walking towards where he is. I think about calling out to him. I think about letting him know that someone else is there, placing my hand on his shoulder, reminding him that he’s not alone.
My mind flashes back to a time not so long ago where I thought of jumping. Where I wished that someone would call out to me, tell me that they’re there, let me know that I’m not alone.
He ties his shoe, gets into his car, and drives away.