Dark emotions

It was a winter stormy night. At the one hundred and tenth floor of the Chandon residential tower was Priscilla's apartment. Where I was heading.

after entering, I realized that Priscilla was sat in her apartment room reading a book in the dark with a half burning candle. Seeing this unusual,

the hesitation to ask if Priscilla was doing well was halting and so I gave it away. And in that instance the unusual turned into the abnormal.

Priscilla had solid tears dropping down her face's scarce. The book Priscilla was found reading was title I had enough.

This gave me the incentive to spit out a joke yet about the book yet the frown on her face prevented me to.

And so for a straight thirty second, Priscilla stationary look seemed to have freeze mine as I had an equally stationary look as a reflection of her's

And yet, even before I could ask Priscilla what has been going on, she yelled "I am OK". "Now". What do you mean now. I replied

Now I do no have to worry about them anymore since my soul is now going somewhere they will never be. She added. Then Priscilla woke up,

from her chair and despite been aware of the cold winter storm outside. Priscilla did not hesitate to open the window at the one hundred and tenth floor, stood on it and looked back at me.

PRISCILLA!!! NO DON'T and jumped off even before I could do anything. Then, her phones rang.

It was a number I have never seen on her phone before. I took the phone and answered.

"Hello" I asked "Hi can I speak to Priscilla Jones please?" Since i wasn't aware of who that was, I replied "what exactly is this for?"

"We are a psychiatric clinic and we received a helpline about 30 minutes ago from the name Priscilla Jones asking to book an appointment with us"

"It's too late she already took her life away" I replied.