"Clemence! Look at how easy it is. Stop worrying, I'll survive." She laughs. Balancing on the ledge of the bridge. "Olive! Come down, it's dangerous!" I scream. "Look!" She starts standing on one leg and does a ballet pose. She does a pirouette but loses grip and stumbles. My heart rate increases. "Get down!" I scream more panicked than ever. She just laughs it off. "I can prove it one more time!" She does a sauté and her confidence fades when she misses the ledge and falls. I run and try to grab her hand but it's too late instead I grab air and watch as she falls to her death. Her face is terrified and our gaze's lock. "CLEMENTINE!" She screams and that is the last thing I hear before she hits the ground and her body becomes limp. At that moment I knew she was dead. ~ * ~ Clementine is sixteen when her best friend dies. This leaves her in agony and devastation. She has one plan, that she shall die. But suddenly the optimistic and joyous Monroe comes along and makes her question her decisions. Will she give up on life or will she from now on live her life fully? One happy boy. One angry girl. Only death can separate them. TRIGGER WARNING This story mentions bipolarity, depression, suicide and contains sexual content. Read at your own risk. Yours Truly. PS: this story was written after I saw 'All The Bright Places' with my best friend :(