He stood on the balcony, a cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other. He lit it and took a long drag.
It won't hurt.
Even if it does, no one cares, not anymore.
For the milionth time, he remembered all he had lost.
His friends.
His family.
His son.
His lover.
That was what happened when he became too greedy.
He chose fame, money and his reputation over the people who cared for him.
He cared more about the people who showered him with praises over the ones who genuinely loved him.
Why couldn't he had seen it before?
Why did he have to be so insensitive to how others felt?
Now here he was, standing on his balcony all alone, on his birthday, the world going on without a care about him.
He felt old.
But he was not.
He was only thirty two years.
He missed his lover.
He missed his child.
He missed his friends.
But he knew they didn't miss him.
Why would they?
He was a selfish prick who had treated them awfully.
He took the last puff of the cigarette and flicked it over the edge.
A hollow laugh escaped his lips.
Maybe that was what he should do.
Flick himself over the edge.
Maybe then the world would be at peace. Maybe his friends would be happy. His family would surely be happy. And that was what he wanted. To make them happy again.
To see the smiles he had wiped off their faces come back. To see them cherish life and all its beauty once again and make memories in the process.
He took another cigarette and lit it. He took a long puff.
He recounted all the mistakes he had done.
All the wrong decisions he had made.
Funny how one's life could completely change in two years.
Taking another drag, he reminisced about the old days.
