Motionless Fall

The rain echoes on the roof of the tall grey building, making the edge so slippery. As he paces back and forth he knows either way wouldn't matter at this point. But here fate had to show up. The rain. He decides he walks until he slips, whichever way he falls that is where he was meant to go. As he slowly circles the perimeter of the roof he thinks to himself, it's pointless to go on any further, is it not? Why would it matter, he had reached such a content position in his life that he could go or stay, neither would matter to him. But perhaps it was a sign that he got stuck on the roof, maybe fate was giving him a nudge, or maybe God was testing him. Either were valid options, and both fought for supremacy in his head. The arguments mostly led to him thinking of God as a created character, set in place to explain the afterlife and make way for discrimination. Whoa. That was close, the slip almost landed him on the roof, but he caught himself, he starts walking faster. What drove him to the roof anyways? Was it that mysterious girl that left so many unanswered questions, the one that seemingly disappears whenever he tried to get close? She took the stairs, but obviously not to this floor. Why was it raining anyways? This morning it was sunny, nice weather actually, that’s the only reason why he was wearing his grip less sandals. Seems like fate may be the cruel mistress today. So much for that, he closes his eyes and starts walking.