Short stories

Flying

TRIGGER WARNING!
S3LF D1E

The coffee shop was the last store he remebered passing before everything became a blur of light and tears.
"Stop fucking texting me. You're nothing but a painful reminder." He snapped his phone shut and headed up to the rooftop of the bank.
"43 fucking stories... 43 fucking years...I can't do this Rosalie. I can't..."
He felt a hug from behind, and heard what he almost could have sworn was just the wind.
'Please don't give up...you need to keep my memory alive...David...'
He closed his eyes and took some deep breaths. He took off his shoes and placed it next to his phone on the floor.
"I'll see you, Rosalie..."
And he flew.