There was a girl standing on the roof of a tall building. Having learned about her husband's betrayal, she wanted to say goodbye to life. After hesitating for some time, she nevertheless took a step forward. The girl quickly fell down, and the fear of death filled her soul. But then she felt that she was in someone's arms. Opening her eyes, the girl saw an angel holding her in his arms.
“Why didn’t you let me fall?” - she asked angrily.
“I will let you go if you agree to die, realizing that there will be no memories or anything left of you on Earth.”
- How so? — the girl asked in surprise.
“You don’t have children who would remember you, your mother is old and will die soon.” And the rest... they won't remember you for long...
- But my husband? He will blame himself for my death. If he is haunted by remorse all his life, he will remember me.
- This won’t happen, he doesn’t love you, he’s happy with someone else. And he won’t blame himself for long; he’ll soon forget you.
- Okay, I believe you. But I have things, photographs.
- Your apartment will burn down in a year. And all your things will turn to ashes...
- But my friends have photographs of me.
“You have no friends,” the angel objected rather coldly.
- But among friends... I, for example, appear in general school photographs.
Suddenly the angel began to unclench his hands.
“Are you letting me go because I convinced you that there will be memories of me?” — the girl asked mockingly.
- No. It's just that you cling to strings so much, you convince me so much to let you die, while others cling to insignificant opportunities to survive. I don’t want to waste these moments on you, because I can help other people at this time. I want to give people a chance to live, not die.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru