He knew he should just go home and sleep it off, but the liquor still burned in his veins, clouding his thoughts and holding his body hostage. Looking at the water below him, he becomes entranced by the waves constant movement. He thinks he might be crying, but he cant tell. His ability to feel his surroundings faded hours ago, so the hot tears running down his chill skin flow unnoticed. Closing his eyes and arching his head back he feels the rush of a mind shutdown by artificial means. His world spins and he loses his grip slightly and lurches forward.
Catching himself before he falls, he opens his eyes in complete calmness, staring down at the undulating waters in that same emotionless wonder. The lights from the city flicker in the waves, shining like tiny beacons, welcoming him to enter them. He lifts one tentative foot off the ledge and dangling it over the edge, mocking fate and tempting death. Stepping backwards, he slips and falls off the barricade, his head slamming against the ice cold concrete of the walkway.
Minutes, hours, days, pass by, he has no idea. Waking a small pool of his own blood, he feels his body once again. Pain wracks his limbs as he struggles to raise his head, the sticky pool below him growing. He struggles to sit up and looks out to the sun rising over the bay. He was about to kill himself, his mind strains to tell him. He wants to laugh at himself for saying that, eight years of medical school told him he succeeded. His vision begins to fade as the pool grows and grows. He feels the tears streaming down his pallid cheeks and the warm blood flow down his back. He gently lowers himself back down, breathes deeply, and dies.
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