Where there is no past theres no present,
Where there's no present there's no future.
Where there's no darkness, there's no light,
if there is success, there must be failure,
if there's no sorrow and sadness, there are no
moments of pure happiness, when you can comb
your hair with your hand, smile to yourself, not the
casual smile of sadness and howl like a *******
wolf till your eyes are full of tears of happiness.
And if its love, then its worth waiting
And if its life, then its worth dying.

You look at the open  window and laugh. She's gone. You laugh like a little boy and your tears are running all over your face,
your cigarette got wet and you light yourself a new one.

And if its life then its worth waiting
And if its love then its worth dying.

"Oh my sweet Lora, its been too long. No more the waiting and the lonely nights, We are forever now."
The open window seemed like a portal to a new place with one old and loved face.

It was too late and he jumped without screaming. It will take the sea few days to throw his lifeless body - an empty shell without a soul to the shore, or to be found by the constantly drunk fishermen. And only the room service lady who will come to clean the room the next morning will feel some kind of horrible chill when she closes the window.
"Must be the wind" she thought.
She reached out, looked at the stormy sea, closed the window and left while  cursing the ****** visitors in this god forgotten place, that always miss the toilet and ashtrays.