Amara's pov
What would it feel like if I was to fall? I questioned myself as I tried getting out with my tongue, the piece of meat which was stuck between my teeth, It is a tough fight.
I was seated on the balcony railing. My stocking-clad aching legs dangling in mid-air with just my rump on the banister acting as my only support and yet again the thought of what would happen if I was to fall crossed my mind.
It was very likely for me to seek out fresh air and calming scenes after my dance lessons but very unlikely for me to seek that out in a dangerous way such as sitting on the handrail of a balcony.
I looked down at the streets, peering at the people as they went about their evening activities with nary a care in the world which got me to wonder if they would care.
Would they care
