Hello. My name is Jessica Yew. And This Is My Suicide Story.

I woke up in December 22nd, 2018, lying next to my loved girlfriend. I knew everything about her, the way she would give a small smile whenever she was sad, how her eyes would soften whenever she would comfort someone, and her gentle laugh whenever she was happy.

I wish it would anyways stay like that, but wishes don't always come true.

Next thing I know, we're sitting on the bed, I'm holding a pillow, near the head of the bed, and she's standing at the end.

"Listen Jess, I don't think this can work out. You've been great and all... but my feelings have changed. Please don't blame yourself like you usually do... it's my fault."

Those words rung in my ears. I simply nodded. I couldn't cry... or, I wouldn't cry. Not in front of her.

She's leaving tomorrow. I laid in bed that night, usually I would've been happy to know that my lovely girlfriend is right beside me... but, I know she doesn't love me back.