I am done. Done with life, done with people leaving. This is it. I hate it. I'm standing behind the railing of a tall apartment building, the view is horrible, quiet houses with faint lights on, city lights polluting the sky, blocking the natural light of the moon and stars. I look up at the sky, my neck hurting from trying to find the beautiful ethereal moonlight.
My family hates me. That's one thing we have in common. I had friends who talked to me, who were my family, my only family. But I never realized how much they never let me talk. Until I had met him. I had never thought a simple boy would change my life. He was everything. He was my everything. He was my world. When his eyes gazed at mine for the first time, my heart had throbbed slightly. When we first kissed, it felt paradisiacal. His soft lips on mine and my heart skipped so much, I could feel my heart racing. It was that one soft peck that I knew he was the one I wanted to spend my life with.
But the universe said otherwise. Not only did he pass, he chose to. Sending me and only me a voicemail. The voicemail I was about to play. I was excited to hear his voice when I pressed on the button the first time I heard it. When it finished, I couldn't think. Tears down my face yet no face, I couldn't make a face. No sign of sadness, horror or sorrow. Just tears.
Now here I am. The cold wind that smells horrendous, the polluted sky. I climb onto the stone bricks that were surrounding the building. I stare out at the city once more before facing my back to it. Slowly stepping back, half of one foot over the ledge, my heart racing. Phone in hand. I put the phone up to my ear and press play. I step back, head falling back. Gripping onto the phone, I close my eyes for a moment before seeing the moon right in front of my eyes. A cloud welcomes the moon to the sky where it belongs, not hiding behind all the fog. I close my eyes once more before everything just...stops.
-Melpomene49