How many times had he enjoyed the view? For year's he had lived here and watched out of the window without seeing. This time was different. He studied it for a long time and knew this was it. There was no reason to hesitate any longer.
Hesitation had changed his life into what he became. No one said it but he knew what they thought 'loser'. If people say that long enough you start believing it and act like one. If you act like one you show they are right.
Loser...
For sure he became one although he never intended to. Studying, finishing school even university, and finding a good job never became an issue. It was what happened after that, once he started working and... lost his job.
'Loser' was the word printed on his forehead. Everyone could read it and avoided him. If you have no money you don't count and live in an area with other losers. All underdogs, people who no longer counted. Society wanted to get rid of them and so did the government. Losers. Not each one of them skipped school, was a hustler, scammer, a complete idiot joining a gang and slices throats. Not each one of them was illiterate, too lazy to search for a job and work.
Losers...
He stood on the ridge and jumped. As his body hit the road no one stopped and felt pity. It was just another loser, a quitter, who jumped and gave up instead of enjoying his great life. Some shrugged, others hastily passed by. Later the cleaners would scratch him off the road and everything would be back to normal again.
The brutal reality that really drives people to their deaths and i don't know but sometimes the loser title could still be removed if they tried enough