[ WP ] It was a gorgeous early summer day . The sun was shining brightly , the birds were singing , and there was a warm gentle breeze .

It was a gorgeous early summer day. The sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing, and there was a warm gentle breeze. Bright green leafs rustled in the wind, occasionally falling to the ground, cast off from the trees they trusted. 
 
 Jacob sat on the wooden bench, knee length gray pea-coat buttoned over a crisp white dress shirt and blue tie. He slowly unwrapped his sandwich, a simple tuna on rye, and began taking small, deliberate bites. Snow would be coming soon, he could feel. Two kids played in the park to his left, both laughing as a small boy, the brother, Jacob guessed, chased a girl in a blue sun dress around a tree. 
 
 Jacob smiled. The innocence of a child always brought a smile to his face. He put down the half of his sandwich he was holding to remove is glasses, wiping a smudge from the corner of the left lenses with his napkin. He replaced them on his face, and began eating again. His black hair had a sharp combed to the right. 
 
 Some pigeons cooed just out reach, hoping to get the spoils of Jacob's sandwich. He tossed a piece of crust to the group, and they fought in a flurry of feathers until one finally grabbed it in its beak, flying away with the hard earned prize. 
 
 Jacob carefully folded the second half of the sandwich, placing it back into his black messenger bag. In return he retrieved a manila envelope and sat for a while, the envelope unopened on his lap. He smiled, enjoying the weather. It really was a beautiful day. 
 
 He eventually unwound the red cord holding the folder shut. Pulling the papers from inside, he looked at its contents. She had always threatened him with a divorce, but he never believed she would do it. Even more, he was too much of a coward to stop it anyway. He pulled a pen from his inner breast pocket, and signed on the bottom line. He replaced the papers and envelope into the bag, setting it back on the bench. 
 
 He pulled out his wallet, taking out the only picture he had of her. She stood, smiling with her golden blonde hair, her smile from a time that had long since past. She had loved him once, he knew. He would always love her. He sighed, letting the photo fall to the ground. 
 
 He stood quickly, full of resolve. He walked from the bench, crossing the road ahead, shortly stopping to let a red sports car pass. He continued across the road, reaching the end of the bridge. It was n't hard climbing over the railing, standing on the side of the drop. It was a gorgeous early summer day. The sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing, and there was a warm gentle breeze. The perfect kind of day. He smiled, leaning forward and falling. His mind was clear as he fell, and black the moment he hit. 
 
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