4 Chapter Four

*Froy*

After the whole ordeal and meeting the girl's mother, I found out her name was Hope and that she is 19. I wondered why a 19-year-old would want to jump to their death, but I had no say in the matter I was born into a rich and privileged family. I didn't have a reason to be depressed or sad.

Before leaving I left a note of encouragement along with my number. I don't know why I did but I felt as if I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to understand her pain, and I wanted to help her through it.

As I get into the car I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I look at the caller ID and my Fathers name pops up.

"Hello? Why are you calling me?" I ask, my tone plastered with annoyance. "Are you out of your goddamn mind?!" My father yells into the phone. "Look, Dad, I am in the car right now how about we talk over coffee? I'll send you the location" before my father can argue I end the call and ask the driver to send me to the nearest café.

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The café was relatively clean and tidy, I would come here more often if I could. My father tried to call me a couple of times and I just ignored his calls, instead I thought about the girl and why I was so mesmerized. Why I would think about her so much? I thought I was going out of my mind.

I hear the bells jingle as the cafe door opens. My father walks in, although he is a CEO my father is a very unreliable, and a very impatient person. He's somewhat childish and greedy.

Before a proper hello my father clouds me with his judgment and Disapproval. "What would happen to the company if you died saving that mental?" I sigh waiting for him to bring up the fact that I was going to be inheriting the company and should care about myself.

"Dad, I saw it happen. What the fuck was I supposed to do? Watch her die? That would make me a monster!"

My father glares at me. He gets up and tells me to meet him in his office before walking out. I hold my face in my hands, dad has always been like this after Maddie's passing and has never wanted to move on.

I get up from my seat and walk out into the city. I never really liked it, always noisy and loud, It was never clean and the people were rather rude. I chuckle to myself as I think about the odds that the girl was at the beach the same day I decided to go after many years of not stepping close to the sand. I guessed it was fate.