• As the elevator rose up the tall glass building my heart pounded heavily
    in my hollow chest, I couldn't help but let a single tear slip from the
    corner of my eye as i looked blankly out at the city below.
    From up here it looked pretty magnificant, the sky shimmered softly a sort of
    pale pink, lit up with hints of neon from below.
    Tokyo at night was beautiful, that I could not deny.

    A sudden clinking noise awoke me from my short daze as the elevator came to
    a soft but swift halt, the doors opening almost soundlessly.
    I stepped out, my heart pounding a little more fearcly than before.
    Another door lay ahead, an emergency exit which lead to the roof, That was
    where i was heading. This door did not swing open with the same ease as the
    elevator had, It creaked and hissed, sending a chill down my spine.
    Gulping i pushed through the door frame and onto the rooftop, It was pretty
    high up and not many people were still at work, using this information i had
    figured out what time would be best to commit the act on which i had intended
    to do origionaly.

    I closed the door slowly and stepped towards the ledge.
    It was very high up but the view was extrodinary.
    As a last almost present to myself i had decided to allow myself to take a
    few minutes to appreaciate the beauty of Tokyo.
    Sitting down carefully only the edge i looked out, another stray tear escaping.
    The night air was cool, as i had thought this was the perfect of times to die.
    Today would be the day i was to throw myself from the top of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government
    Building.
    I had no real reasons for wanting to die, other than just being fed up of life.
    To me this seemed reasonable enough. Why live if living makes you un-happy?
    My plan was simple, jump, no turning back and for one moment I would be free, falling in the sky
    almost like a bird, even if it was just for that one second it wouldn't matter.
    I could be happy once again, yes eventually i would hit the ground and there would be some sort
    of unpleasent splat on the pavement and people would become alerted, the point is it could be
    ended for me, Finally.
    Having no living familly in Japan made this whole idea seem more realistic.
    no wife or kids was also a bonus, or so i thought.
    Either way after about ten minutes of staring at all the sites below me I returned to my upright
    position and looked right down, Closing my eyes i took that final step, falling right off the
    end of the building, It felt fantastic, like I had wings, I started to cry again, this time
    uncontrollably.
    This was the end. Or so i had hoped.
    As i tightened my closed eyes, readying myself to die, a noise startled me and i opened my eyes
    to see that I was now in the arms of a mysterious boy wearing rollerblades and goggles.
    He was soaring through the sky whilst holding me, landing gracefully on a telephone wire,
    grinding along it until his blades hit the concrete floor. Not a sound was made by him.
    Once he had landed I was put back onto my feet.
    The boy had beautiful, shiny black hair as well as piercing green eyes. But no smile to adorn
    them.
    Before I could thank him, or rather ask him why he had saved me, he was gone, again no sound.
    I looked out to see him soaring in the sky once more, like any other bird would.
    He flipped in the sky, the night lights lighting up his gorgeous face slightly, exposing a small
    tattoo under his eye, a small black one in the shape of a star before he took of faster than a
    bullet into the concrete jungle that loomed above him.

    No one at work had questioned me as to why I had tried such an act as suicide, that was part of
    the reason i tried in the first place, no one ever seemed to care.
    Yet this boy, one who did not know me had saved me.


    After meeting that boy I had decided to dedicate my life to finding him so that i could properly
    thank him. My other decision was to name him "Tsubame" meaning swallow, why? simply because the
    swallow is a most spectacular bird, although a meere bird could not compare to his ability, not in
    any way, shape or form.

    Tsubame..The bird with no wings yet flew higher than any other.