I honestly have no idea where this came from. I'm not, like, depressed or anything... but reading this, I feel like someone close to me should've just died... anyways! Enjoy! My goal is to leave you open-mouthed and traumatized, so PLEASE let me know if I succeeded!
"I miss you, Harold," Grace sobbed. "You've been gone for three years. I've tried to be strong, I really have, but look at me! I'm talking to a picture! I need you, Harold." Grace stood up from her couch. "I'm leaving tonight. We won't be apart for much longer, I promise. I know you won't like what I'm going to do, but I can't live without you anymore."
Grace set the picture down on the side table, where it belonged. No matter how much time passed, Grace refused to even consider putting it out of sight. She knew what Harold would say, that she needed to move on. Well, she was moving on, just not from him. There was nothing left for her here, anyways.
Walking to her desk, Grace made sure that everything was in its place. When the police came to investigate, she wanted them to have an easy time searching her house; no need to make their lives even harder. Grace turned on her computer for the last time. The background was a picture of her and Harold on one of their first dates. He looked nervous, but happy, and Grace was smiling for all she was worth. The pleasant memory brought fresh tears to the surface, and she could barely see as she typed her note.
Grace hesitated as she finished. Harold would never forgive himself if he knew what she was planning, but it wasn't his fault. She just wasn't strong enough. For a moment, Grace worried that someone would find her note before they were supposed to, but that was ridiculous. No one could possibly know what was happening in her house, not yet.
The weather was deceptively calm as Grace left her house for the last time. She felt an odd flash of irritation. Wasn't this sort of thing supposed to happen on 'dark and stormy nights'? Grace didn't really think the weather would change to fit her mood, but maybe it could rain, just a little bit?
Grace made her way to the spot where she had first met her Harold. She hadn't stopped crying since she left her house, but now she dried her cheeks with the back of her hand. The night was cooling off quickly, but she didn't care. The cold wouldn't bother her for much longer.
Grace climbed the railing and sat on it, her feet dangling over the water. Did she really want to do this? Sure, things seemed bad now, but did she actually want this? Or, if she went home now, would she wake up in the morning feeling normal? This wasn't something Grace had ever thought she would think about, let alone do. But then she realized, she didn't want things to be normal. Normal had become waking up in an empty bed, living in an empty house, and she had stopped using brightly colored paints long ago. Yes, she had to do this, no matter how selfish it was.
"I'm coming, Harold," she whispered. Grace heard a man shouting in the background as she fell, and realized someone had noticed her. She felt bad for whoever had to watch, but was glad that they were too late. She was already in the icy water, and sinking fast. She thought she could hear sirens, but the freezing water was making it difficult to think.
Grace's thoughts went to Harold, and how happy they would be together, so very soon. The last thing that flashed through her mind as darkness closed in was the memory of Harold proposing to her. 'For better or for worse, Harold, 'till death do us part.'
So whadaya think? Please don't kill me! I promise to write a second chapter! It will go into some more details and an epilogue, so please don't hunt me down for my failures until you read it!