University
or, Never Better

"Well, no," he said, "I really would like to die."

She twirled away from him, laughing. "You can't be serious," she repeated. "I'll die with you if you do, just to make things fair." She reached for his hand, frowning. "Really, though, you're not serious."

"Sure I am. I've told you three times already."

"Then let's see it."

He moved to the edge of the roof, balancing upon its lip, and let his cigarette fall from his mouth. His gaze was fixed upon the sky, and he didn't see it drop. The wind blew and rustled his clothes, and he swayed with it. "I'll do it," he said.

"Don't." She moved to grab hold of him, and was caught up in his swaying. He stumbled towards her, and she went over the edge, sweeping him up in her momentum. She screamed as they fell, and held on to him tightly.

They landed and rolled in the grass, and she opened her eyes to see his looking back. "I haven't broken anything," she said, and squeezed him.

"I've decided," he squeezed back, "I don't really want to die after all."