On The Ledge

She was standing on the edge of the roof, staring down at the concrete below. I slowly approached and then sat down, my legs dangling over the side.

“Nice day.”

She shook her head.

“I’m not going to change my mind. I just need to think before I do this.”

I shrugged.

“I’m not here to talk you into or out of anything. I’m just saying it’s a nice day.”

She eventually looked up at the sky.

“Rain tomorrow though.”

“Bet you it won’t.”

That was the first bet we made. Every day is another.

And every day has another.