At the edge of oblivion.

(This post is just a result of a book I recently read, watching a movie and the rain.)

She stood at the edge of the sill, her toes feeling the chilly wind of the night. All it would take was a second of impulse to end it all. Her head was surging with millions of thoughts that added up to her swelling headache and indecisiveness. She took a deep breath thinking it would help her with the clouded mind. She had it all figured out, the pros and cons of any way she took right now but she just couldn't come to the point of acting on her impulse. She did't fear death but feared the lack of life in her. The thought of approaching people for help had occurred to her several times but the thought of being too insignificant had occurred to her way more than necessary. The fact that this world existed and functioned at so many ineffable levels befuddled her to no bounds. Young at age, she hadn't seen much of life, just heard and read a lot. Nonetheless, she felt this heavy burden in her head that just kept knocking her down incessantly. She knew that there was a term for what was happening to her but she wasn't sure if that was all. There were days where she got through a day effortlessly and then there were days where she just wanted to end it all. Today was one of those days.
Her problems and issues were part of the seamless issues all humans have, nothing out of the ordinary. The only thing new about all this was that another being had fallen into this conundrum of world called depression and it was messing her train of thoughts. She wasn't deprived of any resources but still felt hollowness in her stomach that troubled her from standing erect sometimes. The feeling would reach to a level where she  just wanted to curl up in a ball and stay like that for eternity. She mentally ticked off all the symptoms she had read up on and wondered whether the world is moving ahead with all the advancements or dying with all the depleting essence of humanity. She had tried several times to reason out and convince herself that all this shall pass but today it had reached to an extent that she was standing at the edge of the world she had always known and questioning her existence,
The balance between her cold toes and warm gloved fingers seemed oddly satisfying. Every time she tried to take a foot off the sill, something seemed to stop her. She didn't fear death. She skimmed through the reasons why she should stay alive, nothing seemed convincing enough. She had been waiting for a few hours internally hoping that someone coming in search of her would at least give her the sign of hope. As the song she had been playing ended, she threw her phone aside. The movement made her dizzy due to the exhaustion of standing. She spread her arms wide and closed her eyes to see nothing but the darkness while she expected flashbacks of happy memories. She opened her eyes to realise a few things. Firstly, she had been up on the terrace for too long and she could see the first rays of sun break through the clouds. Secondly, she heard her name being called by a voice that triggered something warm within her. She turned to look at her face and fell into her arms out of exhaustion and whispered in her ears " You're the reason".