“You ready?”

I wiped my hands on my jeans. Damn the weather,
it’s always so sticky.

“Faizya, I know you can hear me.”

I could hear her.
It’s almost been a month since I started hearing that voice.

I looked up, my eyes cringing in the light.
Yep, no one around.

“Faizya, you-”

“Okay I’m listening,” I said, placing myself on the parapet.

“Good,” she sounded pleased. “So are you ready?”

I looked down. It’s been ages since I last came up to the roof.

“I am.”

“You know what to do Faizya.”

I stood up and took a deep breath. The summer air smelt tired. The city was the same, tired and busy.
Never ending.

“Faizya…..” She thought I couldn’t do it.

“I’m okay.”

Another lung full of air.

“Hey, one last thing.”

“What is it?” said the voice.

“Who are you?”

She took some time on that one.


“I’m Faizya. I’m you.”

That made me chuckle.

“Okay then, nice to meet you Faizya.”

And then I jumped.