notthecaptain
He didn't know which way to turn. Up, and to her window, or down, and to his safety. He clung on the window as a crowd gathered below, beckoning.
With the claxon ringing in his ears and heat rising at his back, he finally turned and leaped.
She grabbed his hand as he reached through the window. They fell, together.
Oh geez. We've all been there, thought about it, daydreamed of the lyrical obits. Really, though, it's never gonna happen. At least, not here. I always want to see the next sun come up. Perpetual curiosity. Serves a purpose.