I would let him die

I would see him die, rather than saving him. I don't know what his life could be after he dies, or if he would be saved. If someone dies, that person is remembered, would be praised for his good deeds, or criticized for words he never meant in that way. But I will have the thought that he will have a better afterlife—what many people don't know about. But if I save that person, I don't know what major change I will cause in his stormful presence. He is looking dead into my eyes, like his eyes are telling me that I am the last living person who hasn't seen him with disgust. I saw him jump over the bridge. At first, I thought a thief or a burglar took his wallet and pushed him off. But now I am questioning what I should believe— The fake thought that I have created, or the reality that he wants to die in. And at that point, I would let him die, rather than saving him.