Chapter 80

I closed my eyes and got closer to the edge of the cliff. I looked around, as if I wanted to hear an answer on my question: should I do it? We should listen to the gust of the wind, that’s how God whispers the answer. But I was too deaf to hear anything.

My hair was dancing with the wind, making them cover my face. I started closing eyes because it gave me an excruciating feeling of dry eyes. That was the right time, I guess.

Okay, on 3...2...1.

“Good afternoon!” I heard someone’s voice. I got scared and jumped away.

“G-good afternoon,” I stuttered, when I looked at him.

It was an old man. He was probably in his mid sixties. He had hazel eyes, and grey hair. He was a tall and slim man. His face was covered with wrinkles.

“I’m sorry for bothering you, but my phone is broken, and I’m waiting for a delivery of a very important thing. I have their number on the piece o