The sharp stinging spread through my cheek, a salty tear threatening to spill onto the ground. I only pulled her closer to me, trying to cover her ears as her mother screamed. Her tears made my shirt stick to my chest.
At the time I did not know what she referred to as she cried about Amelia's lifestyle. But I've realized now; Amelia, you did not merely mean female friend when you had told me about your girlfriend. Your cheeks were stained pink, fingers fiddling nervously with the hem of your shirt. Your eyes lit up at my excitement as I pleaded to meet her.
I realize now; I was the first to accept that part of you.
Natalie was just as beautiful as you described her. Her dark hair even more curly than my own, her tan skin unbelievably smooth, and her brown eyes constantly fixed on you. She greeted me with an enthusiastic hug, glad to meet her girlfriend's little sister. I was the first family to approach the two with a smile.
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Why She Jumped
Short StoryBy the time I woke up on January 1st, 2013, Amelia Jackson was dead. Trigger Warning: Suicide Abuse Self Harm (Disclaimer; I do not own the cover image)
