Tw: Implications of suicide

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A girl.

A roof.

A sunset in front of her.

She looks down at the concrete and ground way below her.

This is scary.

But this is what she wants, right?

She turns away from the sunset, only to turn back to neatly place her shoes next to one another.

She places a note in one of the loafers, feeling it's fading warmth.

Yet, she feels...

Cold.

The wind brushes against her, tussling her hair, and making the strands that were neatly layed down and combed, stand back up.

But she doesn't care. She won't have to comb her hair anymore.

The school uniform she is wearing is dirty now, and leaves have stuck to it.

But she doesn't care. The uniform will be clean.

She looks down at the ground again.

It says, "Come down and play! Come down and join us! Come down and be free!"

She listens to the ground, letting herself stand on the thick railing of the roof top. Her skirt flaps in the wind, and she closes her eyes. She feels....

Calm.

She decides to join the ground.

Yet when her eyes open, she sees hands around her torso.

And for the first time, she feels....

Warm.