Inspired by "Elegy" by Patti DeWitt and "Graveyard" by Mitch Grassi.
Nothing. That's what I felt.
She was so small, so colorful, so happy. How, and why would she do this? I opened my eyes and saw her lifeless body. Even though she was dead, she looked so alive.
Just an hour before, we were laying on her couch, talking about the universe with some soap opera on the t.v. and the rain as background noise.
She hadn't been herself lately. Usually, our discussions consist of her talking and me listening, but today it was a lot of staring at the ceiling in a comfortable silence. I went to her room to get my pyjamas and makeup remover, and when I came back, she was nowhere to be seen. I called her name over and over, with no response.
I checked every room, but she was nowhere. As I was passing the hallway to the living room, I noticed something in the glass door to the backyard.
It made sense that she'd be out there, she loves the rain.
I walked through the living room, pausing to turn off the soap opera. When I looked back outside, she was gone.
I slid open the sliding glass door and stepped into the rain and called her name.
I heard a sound above me, then a splash from the pool. Did she jump in?
My question was answered when I saw her body at the bottom of the pool.
She wasn't moving.
Why she did it, I guess I'll never know. But it happened. The ambulance is on the way, and my friend is dead.
