Midnight Coffee

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Prologue

The pink-haired girl gripped at the cold metal railing and stared at the busy city below her feet. A wisp of air flew by, making her clutch tightly onto her coat. She slowly closed her eyes, allowing a tear to slide across her cheek and drop onto the London streets. 

Thoughts swam around her head. The thoughts built into a crazy whirl. She no longer had an idea about what she was even thinking of.

The toe of her flats skimmed the edge of the building that she stood upon. She allowed herself to look down at the passing cars, the happy people, the flashing lights; it made her sick. The images that stood before her became blurry, the wind blew at her harshly now. 

What was there left to live for? She hadn't spoken to her family in months. Her career with her friends was slowing down, thanks to her. What was left? Her boyfriend.

Her boyfriend was partially the reason she was doing this.

She could not take it anymore. 

Finally, the girl stepped off the ledge.

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