The jump

Mr. lastor

-4 DAYS AFTER THE JUMP-
I held her note in my hand, taking in deep breaths as I read over it again and again. I don't understand why she'd do something like this, how long had she been planning to do it? She used to always tell me about how she wanted to become a journalist and travel around the world, see new things, become something...
But all she is now is dead. My first daughter who not long ago I had carried in my arms, and who I had taught everything I know to, is gone forever.
The patter of feet hitting the ground could be heard from outside the kitchen, and in walked Mrs Lastor. She glanced at the note and sighed heavily. "Are you still reading that note? Just get rid of it, it's of no use to us now. It won't bring back Tia." I stared at her in astonishment. "This note is the last thing I have of her!"
"You're insane to think that. Her suicide isn't all we have of her! We hold precious memories of her, and even though she isn't here, she's still with us everywhere you look. Have you never thought of that? Quit moping, it's all you've been doing ever since the funeral. Tia wouldn't have wanted this, she even wrote so in that note of hers."
I knew what she said was true, but I was too stubborn to admit it. I couldn't let go of her, I will not let go of her,
I got up and brushed past Mrs Lastor. I climbed up the stairs, holding the note with a steel tight grip. I turned the corner at the top of the stairs and found myself standing across her bedroom. No one had entered the room ever since she left us. I took an unsure step towards her room. I feared that if I entered her room the pain I feel for her loss will deepen. I took another step, and it felt like it was against my will. I walked the rest of the way towards her room, my heart pounding painfully. My hand wrapped around the door handle, and I turned it slowly. Light poured into the room that was left in the dark for days, and my heart began to ache.
I walked into the room, taking in everything as I passed. On the wall hung a photo of me and Tia. She was hugging my arm, and I was staring down at her. I remember when that photo was taken, she was so happy because it was the day of her graduation.
My legs felt weak, and I sat on Tia's bed. She had made sure to make her bed neatly before she left like I had fussed her to do every morning.