One good reason
Disclaimed
-Amy Pov-
Rain splatters the asphalt street 27 stories below me. The wind whips my hair into a frenzy of knots and molds my plain white dress to my imperfect body.
As I look down at the painfully hard concrete ground I cant help but think about what brought me to this moment.
I used to be a happy child. Someone who would never, ever, dream about what I was about to do. A girl who would turn the t.v off when stories like this were mentioned and sadly wonder why.
But that girl was long gone, and innocent. Innocent to the real world, even as she searched for clues, she was innocent to just how many lives seven seconds could end or ruin.
The mixture was bad, and I knew that, even if he didn't. and even so, I had been stupid and prideful, and because of my 470 people had died, because I mixed the clues.
Tears merge with the rain dripping down my face. With my guilt fresh in my mind and heart I take that last step on the ridge.
I think of Ian and how he looked the night he died. "I love you." He said. Those three words I had said so many times to him, but he never returned. "I was afraid," he said. "So afraid, but I'll love you forever."
But he didn't, he died.
I close my eyes and lean forward falling into the rain. 'Ian, I'll see you soon.' I think as I loose my hold on the rough cement overhang.
And then, I fall…
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