Everything that's left...is nothing.

Yesterday I was sitting on the roof of a tall tall building. The rain was falling softly, the wind was blowing softly too. Then the drops got thicker and the wind blew harder. But I sat on the roof contemplating the storm.
I took a deep breath and stared at the sky, trying to find the pieces of my life in it, or at least my reflection. But i saw nothing. The floor was slippery, but I didn't care, I tried to stand up, but I couldn't, I slipped and fell. I was falling from the building, like the rain was. I knew my fate, I knew what was going to happen.
Then I remembered everything that took place throughout my life, the things I said, The things I saw, The things I heard and felt. Was that it? I knew it was...but would anyone remember? Would anyone stop, think and remember? Would they go on? Would they forget and just go on? Without me? What would be left of me when everything ended? Memories? Tears? Anything?
I wondered if I would remember, if I could finish what I started, the searching, I wondered if I could find my reflections, my pieces. But then I realized it was really over, not sad, over, but perfect. Those were the longest 5 seconds of my life, but at the same time the most important. I found out what I needed to know, what's left of everything is nothing, everything comes, and then passes by. Me?...well I just passed by like everyone else, but I found out what I wanted to know, I found out who I was, I could leave happy now. The pieces were now complete and put together. 3...2...1, the ground had never felt so soft an comforting in my life. And next to me a puddle of rain, in which I saw my reflection. I knew it would dry and go away, but at least I saw it for the first time.