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The man stood above the people of the city, looking down at them from his balcony. The people were merely ants from his view on the top floor. He turned his head towards the door to his balcony as it opens. But he let out his tension in a sigh.
"You're not supposed to be here." The woman states, standing beside him. "It's not good for your mental health."
He wouldn't admit it, but she was right. His mental health had been leading him down a dark path recently. He had been avoiding his balcony due to his need to jump.
"I'm trying exposure therapy." He jokes, earning a disappointed look from her. "It's getting better."
"Says the cans of beers on your coffee table." She huffs.
"Those are a few days old." He argues.
"The smell told me that." She scrunches her nose. "You're welcome for cleaning up by the way."
"Thank you, Tilda." He sighs. "I'd be dead without you."
"I'm here to help. That's what big sisters are for, right?"
"Yeah. Thanks."
"Of course, Julian."