Prácticas de redacción 2015/2016. Ending the story.

The jumper looked straight into his heart, seeking the last chinks which made him cling to life. His girlfriend, job or talents didn't look important enough to give a meaning to his life, but then, he tought...if I took the role of Luke Skywalker in Star Wars accurately, I can rise above this. Then, a strange feeling flooded his soul, he started feeling powerful and confident, the power unleashed. Suddenly, a fading image appeared in front of him. He didn't know if it was his imagination or if it was some kind of hologram, but it was there. It was a black human-shaped shadow which looked familiar, too familiar to be ignored. Indeed, it was his father, Darth Vader. A piercing silence that seemed to envelop everything seized him, the only sound that interrupted that powerful silence was the panting which was produced by the shadow's helmet. Then he realized something: it didn't matter what was about to happen, he had to jump. His body seemed to be moving automatically and before he could react, he was flying. He felt a heady feeling of freedom during some seconds, and then, it was over. A hole life reduced to a decision, the end of his story.