Shit, shit, I thought, looking down at the big building. Should I really jump? I stood on the edge of the roof and held the pole next to me. The fear in my stomach grew and grew and the wind blew past. Suddenly, I saw myself lying on the ground in front of me. I lie there, completely dead and my body half crushed. Why am I actually standing here? Why am I doing this? I didn't know I could fall so in love that I could die for someone. But suddenly the back door opened and the brown-haired girl I was talking about ran out.
"Please, get down."
Why should I? She stepped closer and looked me in the eyes. I wanted to hold her hand. I wanted to hug her and kiss her. I wanted her to pull me down from the edge and comfort me. But why didn't she? Why, is the question. Why is a word that people use the most, but don't realize it. Why has always been a word that we got an answer to. We would learn why something happened, why someone did what they did, or why people lived. Everything was answered because of one word. Why.
"Please, I love you." she said.
I looked at her. That was what she liked to say the most. I love you. But she lied. She lied all the time and I hated her for it. She would be my reason, she would be the reason why I...
"You just lie all the time. If you really loved me, then why did you kiss my brother? He never admired you as much as I had. I loved you at first sight but you lied to me and kissed him. I saw everything."
"It wasn't meant to happen! I wasn't really going to kiss him. It just went wrong! I only love you." She lied again. She stepped closer and closer, and continued to hold my gaze. I looked away and then I look back down. I never thought she would do anything bad to me. I loved her so much. I had always thought there was something wrong, and I was right.
"Do you remember the day we met?"
Do I remember? I grinned. Of course I did. How could I forget that beautiful smile? How could I forget her just like that? No, I could never do that.
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She stood on the bus and took quick steps towards the seat at the back. Her curly hair over her shoulders and her eyes sky blue. She looked at me.
"Hello." she said, smiling that smile. That nice, beautiful smile.
"Hey." I could hardly speak. I already had butterflies in my stomach and her talking to me didn't help at all.
What should I say now? Should I ask her where she's going? Or maybe why she's so beautiful?
"You don't talk much, do you?" She took a big step towards me and sat next to me in the empty seat. I couldn't believe she sat next to me. She was too beautiful to sit next to someone like me. She doesn't understand. Or did that mean I was beautiful too? Because beautiful people only sit with other beautiful people, but I wasn't beautiful, was I? Right? She's beautiful, but she still sat next to me. Or just because you're pretty or ugly doesn't mean you have to sit with your own kind, right? Because we are all different, and we all sit with different people. So why are some uglier than others? Why has society decided that we should be with our own kind? Wouldn't it be better if we were with all kinds of different people? I think so. My thoughts are interrupted.
"What are you thinking about?" She looks at me.
"Nothing special."
"Okay then." She said, smiling that smile again. That beautiful smile.
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I could never forget the day we met. That was the day I saw the world in a different way. A better way.
"So if you really love me, get off the roof."
Those were the words I wanted to hear. She held out her hand to me, and I held out mine. The feeling of holding hands with the person you loved the most was a feeling you could never forget. I stepped down the ledge and held her. She caressed my cheek.
"Never come up here again."
We took slow steps towards the back door and she opened it and I walked down the stairs.
Suddenly It turned black. Everything went black. My heart went black, my vision went black, and all my fears were gone. Why? I was no longer on the roof, I wasn't walking down the stairs but.. I was standing there in a large crowd. In the center of the ring was... it was me. I lay there, completely dead and no one did anything. I was lifeless, my face was pale and my shirt was stained of blood... but then it turned black again. Why?
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AUTHORS NOTE
What do you guys think happened? I would love to hear your opinions about my short story and your theories about the end <3
