My life history recycled - I'm on the fifteenth floor; how many seconds would it take?
About two litres consumed - see, I'm still with it, although my head is feeling the alcohol coursing through my veins. Another glass. That's better, I feel the glow inside - warm, and I try to smile.
Why did she leave me?
A lonely tear - self pity. I shrug away my welling emotions - I'm a man. Darling, I miss you so much - another glass gulped down.
The wine box is taking a heavy hit; I lean over my balcony, and look down. Small people are washing in the showers - they look cold - maybe I could share my wine with them.
Possibly five seconds - quick and easy - another drink, another tear escapes. I clutch my mobile - look at it in desperation.
No good; I lift the box - almost empty - and rip it open. Pour the last dregs into my glass - a toast to my ... what? I lean against the balcony, the small people are waving - time to join them...
On my way down, my mobile rings - I stare at the screen - it's her...