She looked down, her hair swirling and the wind cool and emotionless.
She looked down, realizing how dark it was.

She didn't want to jump, not really anyway.
She was too vain for that.
She just wanted to look down and detach herself from everything.

She let everything drop down; her dad's look when she told him for the first time that maybe she had other plans for herself, the masked guilt behind her mother's eyes, her pride, her cynicalism, her fake laughter, her unseeing eyes.

Everything

She didn't jump.
She didn't want to die with all those things she just threw down.
She signed, stepped down, and put them all back on again.