A/N: Contains suicide conveyed as positive. Do not read if you are suicidal or easily depressed. Not too graphic but isn't suggested for impressionable readers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket. Sadly.....
She stood at the edge. No one would miss her. They would go through the motions. Funeral followed by "grieving" period. They would say lots of beautiful things about how wonderful she was. Things they should have said when she was alive. Things they should have meant.
It wasn't as cold as she expected it to be. In all the songs, it was always cold and lonely on the roof. But she didn't feel it. It wasn't cold…It wasn't lonely… It felt like she was finally accepted. She closed her eyes as the sun peeked over the horizon. She felt the warmth on her face and, for the first time in more years than she could count, she smiled. She spread her arms wide and took that first step. She was going home.
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