He stood up, his legs heavy. He walked out into the cool night air. The city was indifferent, humming with the lives of people who were currently falling in love, blissfully unaware of how it usually ended.
He didn't jump. Instead, he took a deep, shuddering breath of the cold air. The drinking was done, the crying was finished, and the part of him that needed to die had finally let go. He turned away from the water and started the long walk home, a little lighter, a little emptier, and finally ready for the morning. as_vrea_sa_beau_sa_plang_sa_mor
Exploring a translation into Romanian or considering a different ending to the story are options if further development of this theme is desired. He stood up, his legs heavy