The Heartache

Sarah dangled her feet off the balcony railing with her phone in her hands as she stared down at the cars below. She was waiting for Laura to answer her calls, which she was obviously failing to do.
"Fucking liar," Sarah mumbled and set her phone down. Laura had promised to call her before 10 PM, but it had already hit midnight and not once had she called. Sarah wiped the tears from her eyes as she turned around slightly to look at Laura's bed. It was messy, just how she had left it before leaving.
Sarah slipped down off the balcony rail, grabbed her phone, and stumbled back into the sister's shared room. She sat on her own bed with her back to Laura's bed while looking at her phone. 12:26 AM. No calls or messages. Sarah stared at her phone for a few seconds before throwing it down onto her bed beside her. Tears started falling onto her lap; she was upset.
She got up angrily and went back to the balcony. With tears on her cheeks, she sat on the railing once again. Her hands were shaking. She stared down below her. At what, she didn't know.
"Laura," Sarah started saying through tears. "I don't think you're dead. I can't accept it. I won't. You're just waiting for me on the other side. Maybe."
She looked back at their room. "I miss you, Laura."
Sarah got off the balcony and walked to her bed. She wanted it to be like Laura's, so she started placing her blankets the same odd way Laura's were. Once she finished, she walked to her own closet to pick out and change into the outfit that matched the one that Laura died in. She wanted to be just like Laura, even in her own depressing death.
As Sarah walked closer and back up onto the balcony ledge, thoughts were running through her head. Could she do it? Would she risk it all to be reunited with her sister? Maybe. She checked her phone one last time, searching for that missed call. Maybe a missed message. There was none. Her heart ached, missing the sound of her sister's mesmerizing voice. Death would make her one step closer to hearing it. To seeing her sister she so badly missed. Nobody would stop her. Miss her.
And with that, she jumped.