Do It Again

Since 22 years, I seemed to have lost hope of living, so I walked up to the roof like a waste. . . . . . . As the night fell, I drank a box of beer alone. When I mustered up the courage, the door behind me opened, and what appeared inside was the person who changed the trajectory of my life. I originally wanted to make a big backhand, but unexpectedly, my foot slipped. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.