Man on the Edge: alternative ending

The wind was growing stronger every second he was there. Gazing upon the street, the man thought that all the crowd cheering at him were just a bunch of bored people that wanted to see someone turn into a human splat on the sidewalk. Sadly, he was right. He knew that those pigs in uniform didn't care about his life at all: they just cared about ending this stupid day and go home to watch some TV. "What a bunch of disgusting bastards are in this world" he thought. And there he was, thinking about doing it. It wasn't that hard, actually: just a little step forward and everything would end quickly. Just one step forward...

Not that far away, Gary was watching the news. Some poor idiot wanted to kill himself by jumping from a 90 stories building. "What a bunch of disgusting bastards are in this world", Gary thought. He had three kids, four jobs to keep them all alive and a wife so drunk and wasted that she invented a whole new language that she spoke with belches. But Gary wasn't jumping from a skyscraper like that pathetic guy, no: he was working like no one else. But no one cheered him for his hard work, no one ever said "thanks Gary you are a valuable member of this society!" or filmed him on TV. But there he was: one guy wants to draw some attention by jumping from a tall place and everybody goes crazy about it. It was unbelievable for Gary.

By making one step backward, he decided not to jump. Yes, he lost everything he cared about, but what was the point of killing himself? She was dead, but dying wasn't the answer for this situation. This was over. He gazed again upon the street and whispered: "I'm not going to make those bastards happy today. It's over". 

Gary couldn't believe what he was watching: the man wasn't going to jump! Was he for real?! After all that stupid play, he was so scared of death that he couldn't make one single step forward?! Gary was at the edge of his seat: all of this for nothing! He was really mad. He gaze upon his wife and kids: they were all sleeping. He was smiling with his crazy eyes full opened. Why they were resting so pleasantly?! They didn't deserve that pleasure! He went into his his room, grabbed his shotgun and loaded it with five bullets. No more, no less. The last thing that he whispered before cocking his gun was: "I'm not going to make those bastards happy today. It's over".