With all the thoughts running up and down inside his head, he decided his life was not worth living. One last tear ran down his cheeks as he thought of the things that hurt him the most—the things that tore his heart apart. It seems as if he had already given up even though his friend was there all throughout, trying to comfort and help him any way she could.

“Let’s go home,” he said with a blank expression.

As soon as she turned her back, he leapt over the balustrade without even saying a proper goodbye. People who saw noticed shouted and alarmed his friend. The rush of adrenaline through her veins quickly sent her to the edge of the balustrade, calling his name and extending her arm to reach him, but gravity had already done its job.

As he plummeted to the ground, he caught one last glance at his friend. She kept on crying as she called out his name, but then he couldn’t hear her. All he could hear was the beating and thumping of his own heart. Soon, all this pain will end, he thought to himself as he waited for his quick and painless death.

Time seemed to slow down for him.

He felt that he was flying as his whole life flashed before his eyes. He saw the day his mother gave birth to him, as if he remembered that day with his own eyes, and how this little bundle of joy made her and his father happy even though they couldn’t afford to live with an additional head to feed. He saw how his bullies thought highly of him, envied him, when he was not around, seeing these non-memories as though as if they were memories of his own. He saw how his best friend secretly loved him when he, himself, had loved someone else, and that how she was hurt when his own girlfriend broke it off with him. He saw that behind all the pain he had thought he had suffered, that there had always been some kind of bliss.

Finally, his head struck the ground.

“AAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” he screamed throughout the pain of his head hitting the marbled floor. He felt the sting of his cracked skull and his head, neck and shoulders slowly getting wet from the blood oozing out of his temple. His fingers and toes twitched, as he involuntarily released warm urine on his pants.

But to the crowd that had gathered around him, he was now just a lifeless body. Unmoving and very still. His eyes staring into oblivion. His mouth opened, but no voice was coming out. The floor and the body had swapped temperature and colors. The floor which was white is now soaked in blood, while the body that was warm is now cold.

In a different plane of existence, he could hear the murmurs of the colorless crowd gathering around him. He could see them looking at his distorted body with sorrow, grief and disgust. Some of them were taking photos or videos of him as he laid on the ground. Among the crowd, he could see her, his best friend, wailing as mall guards prevented her from approaching him.

Several moments later, colorless authorities placed his stiff corpse in a bodybag. A jolt of pain stung him from his side, one of his ribs had also pierced his flesh and some of his organs. Instead of getting numb from the pain, it grew more painful. “AAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” he screamed, as the authorities zipped the bag tight.

Forty days later, they finally buried him, thinking that he was now finally able to rest in peace. But in reality, in the alternate plane of reality, he was still suffering from the same stinging pain he received from the fall. Even when his head and body was fixed in the morgue, or his internal organs removed, he could still feel the pain of his bones sticking through his body. “HEEEELPPP MEEEE!” He called out, but no one heard him.

Hours had passed, his mother (along with his stepfather), his father and his best friend were the only people left standing by the grave, saying their prayers and final farewells. His mother and stepfather left, just as soon as his father did. With his best friend, the last person to say goodbye.

“AAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” he still cried from the same pain he felt when his head hit the ground.

Life is infinite. Even as we die, we will still feel.