Rest 4 A While _ !!

One o’clock in the morning. Heavy rain. Ye Lin, her clothes drenched, stands at the edge of the roof of the three-hundred-story Future Tower. She shivers uncontrollably as the gale, whipping freezing rain, slices across her skin like an ice knife. From her perch more than a kilometer aboveground, she surveys the city that never sleeps, glittering and coruscating in the rain like a metaphor for her glamorous life. They look up at me like a princess in the heavens. But do they understand how cold and alone I am?