Faith

He sat alone, the room was dead. His heart was racing, beating blood through his arteries like there was no tomorrow.
He felt tears streaming down his cheeks, felt his ribcage shaking as he choked back coughs and cries.
"This is all there is," he shuddered, "it's alright."
He looked at her with love, looked at her as she stared back at him.
"It's alright." 

The wind embraced him sharply, like a harsh mother, sweeping his hair back and pressing his shirt flat against his chest.
"It's alright."
The whisper carried on the gale like a mantra, scratching itself in to his mind almost silently. The message was barely audible.

He stared at the sky as he sank, watching the clouds for the briefest moment in time. They spoke to him, and he knew it was coming.
"God is watching."

And he smiled, as he felt the concrete collide violently with his spine, his arms snapping down on the pavement like the flick-bracelets of a child.

"Nobody is laughing now."