Fall.
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They say she would've killed herself either way. Ares told me that her stomach lining was almost completely gone.
She weighed 99 pounds.
Her doctors thought the antidepressants would help but Aphrodite had jumped off of a bridge.
I could've saved her.
She came to school for the last time two weeks ago. Apparently around the time of her death, her brother said that she begged to dye her hair pastel pink one more time.
He agreed to let her. She did it.
When Ares told me the news, he gave me a package.
There was a letter in it and two pictures.
"I had always been such a sucker for pastel colors. I loved them.
If you're reading this Roman, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry.
I would've died either way but I chose this way.
Jumping off of a bridge. Falling to my death. The flashbacks that I have will most likely be filled with your face.
Your face was the last one that I saw. Thank you for listening to me when no one else did.
Thank you for the drawings. I have them on me. They're the last things I'm going to look at.
Ps. I like you too." - Your pastel loving crush.
Attached to the letter were photos of Aphrodite. One of her eating with the words, "My last meal, you encouraged me to try for awhile longer."
Another one with her full body, she hid her private parts but everything else glowed. It showed her baby bump. It had smeared ink that read "Evidence."
She was pregnant and she was beautiful.
