I was watching the girl and waited for her to come down, but I don't think she will stay a little longer up there. She's coming down, really quick.
For that last hour she was at the edge of the tower, I thought, why she wanted to be with me instead of living the life that her mother gave, that Life gave to her. But I just remembered, she loved me.
As I watch her come down, I was below her to catch her, and before she even hit the ground, I catched her, protecting her fragile soul to be broken, to be shattered.
Then she opened her eyes, there is nothing she can feel, no pain, no sadness, no everything, but for one last time, I was there, smiling at her, wrapping my arms around her, then she looked at me, happy and has accepted me, she hugged me and filled me with warmth, then I kissed her forehead, living a mark that she will no longer live with pain, she will be with me, safe and free.
She held my hand as I held hers, then she smiled, and I did the same too, then we went back to my world, where she belong, where she sees as home. Darkness.
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Last days
Short StoryDepression isn't just something that will come and go, and depression isn't just something that will soon fade. Depression is something that you will have for the rest of your life, and it's something that will never leave until you're gone... until...