You gave me a letter, my name written neatly on the front cover.
"Don't open it until the new year." Your voice was unusually stern, but a playful smile still tugged at your serious face. I promised I wouldn't.
I was unaware at the time, but this was the last day I would get to see you smiling down at me.
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Why She Jumped
القصة القصيرةBy 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)
