[ WP ] A parallel world just like Earth except you gain the memories of everything you digest . All humans have this trait and it applies to all vegetables , fungi and animal `` memories '' .

`` Do n't do it honey, please, please, do n't do it!'' shouted Mary from the rooftop, projecting her voice over the crackling rain and hissing smoke vents to John. With his back to the ledge, John leaned carefully, trying to keep his balance while the blur of cars below flowed and shimmered in the moonless night, a restless city. In his right hand he held a half-eaten carrot tightly by its green leaf. 
 
 `` It's all I have anymore. My choice,'' he shouted back. The carrot dangled precariously in his hands. Rain collected where the carrot had been chewed, dripping occasionally. Mary's eyes were fixed on the drops of water. `` I found my son dead this morning,'' cried John, `` and you were there the whole time, you should have seen him, and saved him, but you did n't because you were busy fucking the neighbor in the bedroom.'' He paused and wiped the wetness from his face. `` I do n't — I do n't what I did wrong to have Tim die or you go for Lenny. I do n't even care right now, you can have it all, all of Lenny and the house and—and... all of it, just, I want to see how he died, how my son, so young and so innocent died on a school morning, at home. I should have been there.'' He was breathing heavily now, weighed down with pain, suffering, loss, and confusion that begged, screamed for an answer. 
 
 Mary stepped forward, `` P-please, John, come down, throw the carrot. You do n't need to know. Please.'' Her arms were outreached to John, trying to embrace him at the ledge. `` Let it go, we can deal with this.'' John looked down to the cars, then back to Mary, then at the cars again. 
 
 `` No,'' he said and ate the carrot. He chewed methodically with his eyes closed. Tears began flowing down his cheeks, marked in long streaks where rain would n't fall. And he began shaking and Mary grabbed hold of him and embraced him with her arms. 
 
 `` Please come down,'' Mary said, `` I'm so sorry.'' John lay his face on the top of Mary's head and screamed, the tears gushing, he overcome by what he had seen, had taken in when he had eaten. 
 
 `` You saw him, you saw him!'' he cried. `` His head was down and you saw him and you walked passed!'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry, I am so sorry.'' Mary burst into tears, `` I—I was... I do n't know, oh Tim, oh God!'' They both collapsed, she falling onto her knees and John into her lap, his arm dangling over the edge, holding the last green leaves of the carrot Tim had been chewing at the time of his death. John's hand released the leaves and they fell, spinning, floating downwards, a sharp silhouette framed by dark streaks of rain and glinting car lights in the sleepless city far below. 
 
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