Her barefeet were flat against the daunting roof. She stood still, wind licking at her hair and the cold making spots of red rise on her pallid cheeks. Eyes of brazen blue stared out into the sky, not bothering a glance at the crowd forming below. A whisper rose and fell from her pale lips. It went unheard as the wind rose and fell to snatch the words and only the breath of notion was left clinging to the air.
She took another step closer to the edge, drawing a soft murmer from the crowd below; mothers, daughters, fathers, sons, aghast and stoic alike. Then she turned down her head, looking at the crowd for the first time. Her mouth pulled down in sadness, she moved her arm and opened up her palm as if to lift them up to her and then slowly closed it and drew the arm to her chest, as if suddenly cold.

(I can't snatch the remnants of what this should be. But I like the poetic beginning.. so, I'm posting it.)