The reflection of the stars in your eyes was mesmerizing.
You showed up at midnight that day, asking for my company.
Your arms were wrapped so tightly around me I swear I felt your heart break, the bruise under your eye growing darker each hour that passed.
That was the first night I didn't sleep.
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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)
