[ WP ] A person is about to kill themself , but suddenly gets an incredible urge to use the restroom .

I was so high up. I kept putting my hair behind my ear the same way over and over and the wind kept taking it from me and blowing it in my face. My bowels were ice. The enormous building across from me reflected the sky: perfect blue. It was the most perfect thing I'd seen in my entire life. Everything was beautiful and would stay beautiful forever if I could keep that moment. 
 
 No one yelled for me not to jump. The building was too tall for me to hear them even if they were yelling even if there was someone down there. I listened to the cacophony of city noises. The perfect blue day was filled with angry traffic. I did n't want to hear it. The most-perfect-beautiful-blue-sky-reflection moment was gone and I could n't get it back. I am afraid of heights; this building is too tall for me to be here. The building across from me would have been even scarier. I came up here on purpose, knowing that it would be high enough that my organs would all rupture and my skin would n't be able to hold all the pressure from the impact and I would be a big *splat* on the street below and they would scrape me up into a bag instead of carting me off to a hospital. 
 
 I tamed my hair again and took a step forward. I peeked over the edge and reeled back. It was so high in the air. Falling would take so long. My bowels were ice and I tried to clasp my hands together to stop the shaking but put them in my pockets instead. This was right. This had to happen. There was no other alternative that I had n't already tried. *This was it*. 
 
 No one knew I was up here. If I had been on a lower building, a `` typical'' jumping building, there would have been police cars and ambulances and people yelling `` Jump!'' and `` Do n't jump!'' all at once. I felt the heat build in my face and held my eyes open as I convulsed with sobs. I looked at the building across from me and I just wanted that beautiful blue sky reflection again. That perfect moment. That perfect, calm, serene moment where I am still and I am in perfect sync with the world. I wish I jumped then. I wish it could have been perfect, but now I'm crying and this will just have to do. 
 
 I put one foot up on the ledge and hoisted up onto it. I looked at the building across and the blue sky reflected nicely. I looked down at the street and leaned forward and stepped back off the ledge onto the roof. My bowels were still ice. The water I drank wanted to spew out of me. My breakfast was a slush and I did n't want the city workers whose job it was to clean me up to have to clean that up too. I had spent too much time cleaning up messes to want to make someone else clean up a mess I made. I had spent most of the day worrying about landing on a car or a person and causing a lot of paperwork and damage and maybe hurting someone other than myself. 
 
 The sky was still blue and my hair would n't stay put. I finally just put it up and sat down on the roof and looked at the sky -- the real sky, not the reflection. It was blue and cloudless and perfect in every way I was not. It was the thing I wanted to be. I wished I could get high enough to run my fingers along it and see it ripple like still water. It would always be perfect. 
 
 I stood up and looked at its reflection in the building across from me. My bowels were icy and I knew it would be an injustice to the people who had to clean me up. I apologized to them silently. The reflection was very beautiful. It was beautiful enough. 
 
 I put one leg up on the ledge and hoisted myself up. I stood up and looked up at the reflection and then at the sky itself. It was perfect. I leaned forward and did my best to look at the sky on the whole way down.
