I locked myself in my room for almost a week. I rarely ate and took a sleep. Crying for days made me feel like my eyes were so dry yet I still wanted to burst out into tears.
Mom had been wondering why. She had been trying to ask me what happened but I never said a word. She had been getting depressed as well because of me.
Emotionally agonizing and extremely excruciating it was. The guilt and regrets were killing me softly.
He knew it well. He knew everything.
I couldn't even accept the fact that I did nothing to save her. I could have and I should have, but I didn't.
I did not do anything. I let her die.
I deserved this.
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Until She Jumped
Short Story"One girl. One friend. A six-story building. A mysterious death. Everything seemed okay - until she jumped off the 6th floor of the Claro building. The mystery behind Luna's death continued to haunt all those people who knew her well and those...
