My life was perfect. I'd managed to convince myself that this was true for the past sixteen years. Who else was able to grow up in New York as a rich teen? How many girls did you know that scurried the Upper West Side holding a Prada bag at the age of 12? Now, how many of these girls do you know want to end it all?
As stood on the ledge of my high-rise apartment, I looked down at the many cars at a standstill in the traffic. My toes curled over the edge.
You need to understand why I wanted to jump. So, I will start at the beginning.
"You disappoint me... What do you even see in him?"
"Aren't you tired of this already?! If you want to pick a fight, fight me, not him. Got it??"
What he did enraged me so much that I threw my hardest punch at his face, forcing his head to snap to the side.
"If you ever touch him again--" before I could finish my sentence, he grabbed my arm and slammed me against the wall.
"If I touch him again, what?!" he shouted, his face inches from mine, as I trembled with rage. "Got a big crush on the kid, huh?!" he exploded, and I could feel the weight of everyone's eyes on us.
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Have you ever wondered how different your life would be if you changed just the smallest of your actions?
Because that's what I do. I wonder how my life would be now if I hadn't made that tiny mistake in the schoolyard.
Everything started then. When I met you, twelve years ago...