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You never know what love is like till it’s gone, just like that.

Everything feels wonderful, than the experience is over, and you’re left to reminiscent on the good times and wish it was back again.

    My name is Wynter, and I am about to jump off of a 20 story hotel...or...a bank? Something like that, it’s hard to focus when you’re on alcohol. And this is all over a stupid break up.

    My boyfriend, or now ex, broke up with me over text at 12:34 am, on a Tuesday. He told me how I was stupid, and nothing he ever wanted, how he had found someone prettier than me, cuter than me. He chose me over a girl, though he is bisexual…

    Gah, whatever. He probably wouldn’t miss me anyway…

    I look down below me, and see how high up I am. I have never been afraid of heights, and this didn’t scare me, yet it did. For some reason, I was afraid of jumping. I shook myself out of the fear, it was probably me trying to convince myself out of it. I prepare myself to jump, and think of all the many good things me and my boyfriend had done, and than think of the many more bad things that had happened between us.

    I prepare myself for the plunge...than jump.

    Or I think I jumped...why am I not moving?

    I look behind me to see that someone has grabbed my shoulder to stop me from falling. They’re holding onto the railing for support so I don’t take them down with me. They hoist me up and away from the ledge, than stare at me.

    “What were you thinking?” They ask, they sound really scared, and angry, yet I don’t even know their pronouns. I didn’t know they existed till this very moment, so why are they mad at a person they don’t know?

    “I…” I stop talking nervously, I can’t handle this. This makes me stressed, and I always hated conflict.

    “I’m sorry…” I can’t believe I’m apologizing to a random person I don’t know. Tiredness and anxiousness overwhelm me and I start to feel dizzy.

    They curse, and carry me down the stairs. I pass out in their arms, and do not remember a single thing that happened after that.

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