A romantic evening in Paris

He meant nothing to the world and he knew it. Everything about it was utter disappointment and he wanted out. The alcohol he had consumed was playing tricks with his mind. It was making him feel worse.  As he walked to the train station, he would fumble on to things. The streets were a jigsaw puzzle. He was shaken up and forced to solve it. Angry thoughts raced through his mind. Regret joined the race shortly after. After a couple of beers and and a low bank account he would consider himself a loser. Actually,  he always felt that way. The booze  only intensified the feeling. He had a tough time climbing the steps up to the platform. He had to hold the rail with dear life and pull his way up. A train had come and gone before he made it up,  and passengers getting off would look at him in disgust as they crossed paths.  He wore the alcohol like cologne.  His bladder in agony, he walked to the end of the platform. A stream of urine poured onto the tracks as an orchestra invaded his head. The relief put a smile on his face from ear to ear. A light flickered and dimmed as he zipped up his pants. He knew it would be a while before the next train would arrive, so he decided to entertain himself with thought.  In his mind he saw himself. He examined himself in this thought and found a joke. A joke of which he was the pun of.  He had nobody. After a short while he stopped thinking and stared down at the tracks.  The air was silent except for the occasional passing of a car or ambulance down below. A new thought surfaced. "What if I jumped?" he thought out loud. It was fine since the only other person on the platform was roughly ten yards away.  The dimming light slowly faded. He was alone in the dark at the edge of the station contemplating suicide. Suicidal thoughts have plagued his mind in the past. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a box of cigarettes. He was up to his last one ironically.  He took a look around for cops right before sparking it. The coast was clear. As he contemplated, he played a specific song on his ipod.  A song that would keep repeating itself.  Thoughts of remorse  had crept into his mind. A flashing of light appeared in the distance.  The man at the other end of the platform was out of sight. Another light flickered, dimmed, and faded. The bright light in the distance grew closer and closer. He took a few more pulls of his cigarette before flicking it onto the tracks. As he waited for the train, he turned the volume up to maximum on his ipod. The platform began to tremble as it approached. His palms began to shake. sweat poured down his forehead. The light grew brighter. He closed his eyes and sang along with the song that he kept on repeat. The train  violently makes it's way to the platform. His adrenaline is pumping at maximum speed. The train rushes toward the end of the platform. It is as if everything is moving in slow motion to him. He walks over to the edge. He raises his arms, becoming a crucifix. He kicks off of the platform. He hovers above the tracks for a moment. Just long enough to see the train...............