Please...

Please note that this short story contains mature themes like mental health issues and suicide. Read at your own risk.

"Please, don't, don't do it."

Her voice was as loud as she could possibly get it, the wind whipping at her body. The cold nipped at every inch of bare skin. Sadness and despair hung in the air. It was thick. Not even the sharpest of knives could slash through it.

Tears filled her vision as he turned to face her.

Pale face and sunken eyes made her sadness grow. She couldn't believe how far this had gotten. She was only left with one thought that clawed and nagged at her, "What if I said something sooner?"

This wasn't a person. This was all that remained after all the life had left, only a shell of their former self.

"Why?" A barely audible whisper shot through the air. A cloud of smoke left his lips.

She was a little stunned by his question. She didn't understand what he was asking in particular. So many things started to run through her head. "Because..."

Because I love you...

Three little words she couldn't say. Just three words. Come on...just say it. Say it! Say it!

"Because?" He let out a sharp laugh that made her body shudder as a cold hurtful chill crept up her spine, "I'm cured now! All just because."

"That's not..." Her voice didn't carry through the thunder that rumbled above.

Small drops of rain turned into a full-on downpour. Silently she was grateful for it. He couldn't see her tears. But none of it seemed to matter. Because before she could say another word, his feet moved closer to the edge. Like the fain he fell to the concrete below, letting the wind lead him to his sorrowful death on the concrete.

Rushing towards the balcony part of the roof she couldn't help but scream as she saw him. The boy she loved lost to the endless cycle of abuse and torment, lost to the nothingness, returned to the ground. Only blood splattered concrete to remember him by.

But she'd remember.

She'd remember his tears, his smile, his laughter on good days. To others, he'd just be remembered as a statistic or as a rumor that spread through the halls and whispered about among the students and faculty.

Slumping to the ground she couldn't help but let the tears fall harder. She didn't have a reason to hide them anymore. He was gone. She didn't need to show a brave face anymore.

He was gone...

He was...

He was gone and it was her fault. If she would've just said it maybe he'd still be here. Maybe he'd still be alive.

Getting to her feet she moves toward the ledge and climbs up until she stood where he was just a few minutes before. Looking down at the ground below her she could see his body outlined in the rain. He was a faint whisper now.

"I love you..." And with that, she jumped.

Like they say love makes you do crazy things.

Please Note That This Work Is Purely Fictional. If You or A Loved One Has Suicidal Thoughts Please Get Help. Reach Out To Some One, There Are Resources Out There.

Suicide Hot Line Number : 988

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