I was there when he fell. 

	Leaning- oh so casually against the clear glass railing of the balcony, talking and laughing as if he had known what would that day. 

	Leaning, letting the railing take the full force of his weight- he'd been dieting before that, but the railing was built to be looked at, not for support. Beautiful clear glass, with abstract swirls of stark white against the backdrop of a tenth storey view,