The secret

another flow writing attempt, enjoy

The secret was out in the open now. Nothing more to hide. Nowhere to run. George looked down at the city. Everything seemed so small from up here.
It was late summer. He wore a woolen sweater and a pair of stone-washed jeans. His beard was untrimmed and he had´t had a shower for days now. He could feel the cold summer breeze on his skin. the breeze marked the end of one season, but also the beginning of something new and fresh. The wind wrestled with him, as though it was trying to make him step back from the edge where he was standing. "NO" he thought "it had to end now, it was too late to fix this, it was already out" wonder what people would think when they found him on the streets below. They probably didn't care after all. He could hear the distant sirenes on the streets below. the street would be blocked and the negotiators would come into the building and start persuading him to come back in to the building. Fuck, but back to what?.He'd lost everything last night. Everything worth living for. He closed his eyes, preparing to fall. But then something in the back of his mind made him hesitate.