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The Girl With Braided Hair

I stepped out onto the rooftop of my school and quietly made my way over to the railing. I was about to slip my shoes off when I heard sobbing. For a moment, I was a bit pissed - sobbing meant there was someone else here. Someone that might see me. I shook my head and sighed, turning around. On the other side of the roof was a girl.

I could only see the back of her head from where I stood. She seemed to have brown hair pulled into a braid and a the same uniform I wore. I mentally smacked myself; of course she would have the same uniform as me, it was a school day, and she must have been a student if she was up here. The teachers didn't come up to the roof after hours since most of the students would be at home by now.

She still appeared to be crying, so I walked over to her. When I got closer, I realized she was standing on the other side of the railing. Like she was about to jump. I could feel my eyes widen and my mouth open as I screamed something.

"Hey!" I stopped and covered my mouth. The girl turned and looked at me. She looked confused. "Um...don't do it. Please. That's a...um...a really bad idea."

She wiped her tears and giggled. I didn't expect her to giggle. Was it because I had told her it was a bad idea to jump? Or maybe it was because of my horrible social skills? Either way, I realized I had no right to tell her not to take her own life. Perhaps I was still pissed off about not being the only one here. About not being able to die in peace.

"I know it's not a good idea, but at this point, neither is living," she replied.

I was silent for a moment. How do you respond to that? "What's wrong?" I felt like an idiot the moment the words escaped my mouth. "I mean...um...what would make you want to jump?"

The girl with the braided hair smiled as more tears rolled down her cheeks. "You've probably heard it before, but," She stared at the tiles beneath our feet for a moment then continued. "I really thought that this guy I was with might be the one for me, but then he told me he was done."

I wanted to smack her, but I'd just make the situation worse. Instead, I said, "Oh, for god's sake! Are you serious?!"

She nodded, a look of confusion on her face.

"I just-" I laughed a bitter laugh. "I just can't believe that for such a stupid reason, you got here before me! Were you seriously so upset that you'd kill yourself over a silly break-up?"

"I-I- yes..." she replied. Her eyes wandered to my face then darted away. She was crying harder but wiped her tears away once again.

"You're lucky that you've never gotten robbed of anything!" I exclaimed. It had sounded incredibly rude. "Oh god, I'm so sorry!"

The girl shook her head and hugged me. "It's alright." She pulled away and smiled. It seemed...genuine. "I'm feeling much better now, though. Thank you so much!"

I nodded as she skipped away. Once she reached the door, she turned and waved at me. I waved back, and she was gone.

By that point, it had gotten late. Today had already been ruined, so I went home.