Three years ago, she took her life, i cant forget. Sometimes i dream about what it would be like if i jumped after her on that day. I never called police because i was terrified of what would happen, if i would be blamed. So this year, three years later, im going to join her, same way, same place. Its sad, and horrible, but honest and true to me. I cant survive without her. I miss her to much it hurts. I sent a letter to my Papa, and Mama telling them just how sorry i was. Being that i was only one out of four kids, i doubt they would even notice. I partly hope not, because i dont want to break them, but i want them to know, know why. Know when.
"Im sorry, ill miss you" he reapeats her last words, hoping they will bring him to her. As he falls, to join her below, yet above. His hair fluttered around his face as he fell into the water. Salt filling his mouth making his eyes tear up, filling his lungs, As he fell, beside his love, both never known to have died, or that they took their lives. Gone. Forogotten. Not new to them though.
Saddly they never saw each other again, at least not really.
Nobody knows what happened to them after they fell into the water, its completely unknown to anyone. Only know to those who die. Only to those who commit suicide. Bujt, its not a good idea. Is it? Or maybe it is… who knows?