Mac looked down. Ever since Frankie committed suicide, his world was turned upside-down. He failed at everything now. Grasping the small red rose he held in his hand, he thought of her, his one-and-only.
Flashback
'Frankie????? Frankie??' He walked to the cliff.
'Sorry Mac, I gotta go,'
'Where to??'
'A place' she took a step nearer to the edge. He stared at her cut arm.The scars were still there,
'I'm jumping,Mac.Because, if I can't have you, my life'll be tourtore,I love you..take care, Mac,'
With that, she took another step forwards, and jumped
She looked like an angel, jumping white night-dress billowing.
Mac stared emptily to his ceiling. He had to do it. He had run to the cliff
End flashback
. And now, here he was. Clasping the rose, he jumped. As he fell, he could only whisper 'See you soon, Frankie,' and in that inky blackness, he died. Eight year old, Mac Lewin.
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Please NO FLAMES ACCEPTED.I do try my very hardest.
