The wealthy boyfriend I've been in love with for six years is getting engaged to someone else.
In the midst of an argument, I blurted out, "I'd rather be dead."
Instead of trying to calm my temper, he called the police directly.
The sound of sirens grew closer, and terrified of heights, I reluctantly climbed out onto the balcony, sitting on the edge, trembling.
Officers, comrades, or whatever you are, please come and talk me down!
I promise I'll come down as soon as you say a few comforting words.
I was just venting, I don't actually want to risk my life over a scumbag!
