Five minutes before I say goodbye

Tim peered over the edge of a sky rise building. His tired eyes glanced down far below, watching the car lights dance as if they were shooting stars in the night sky. He took a heavy breath, inhaling the smog covered air. He exhaled it out, letting his already tired body fall forward over the railing. He closed his eyes as he let gravity take control. The warm summer air rushing past him in a roaring blur.

1 minute

Forget how to fly.

2 minutes

It's too late to try.

3 minuets

I want to cry.

4 minuets

I don't want to die.

5 minuets

I guess this is goodbye…

In the distance, Gotham City's Clock struck 12 o'clock, ringing in a new day. No one heard a body drop.