She glanced over the edge cautiously. It would have been such a view, if not for her intention. She wasn’t sure if she was going to do it. She wasn’t sure if she could do it. She had thought about it before. Lots of times, in fact. But she had never come this close. She had looked over the edge before, but that was usually enough to scare her into going home. But this time was different. She felt overwhelming emptiness inside, which made her want to do it, to get it over with.

She peered over again, and hastily stepped back. Everything was out of her hands. She was sick of it. If she could just bring herself to do it, she wouldn’t have to deal with anything anymore. 
She thought about how screwed-up everything was. She didn’t have a family, and her career was all she had. But now that was gone, and there was nothing she could do to change it. She grew tired of thinking about it. She looked over once more, and felt something strange come over her. She felt empowerment. It was an unfamiliar feeling. It was finally her job to decide what would happen, and nothing could change that.
Then, her thoughts were interrupted. She heard someone approaching her from behind, and they asked, “Are you all right?”
She didn’t answer.
“Miss, are you okay?”
She turned, smiled at him, and said, “Yes, I’m fine.” Still smiling, she leaned back and took control.