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There she stood, looking out over the bright and ever-burning city lights. She always came here when she wanted to clear her head, but this time was different. This time she'd raced upstairs, pushing past everyone in her way. I'd followed her up, feeling like something was off, but as I stood there, at the entrance door of the rooftop of our apartment building, I knew something wasn't just off, something was catastrophically wrong. She stood at the ledge of the roof, her arms around her and her auburn hair flowing along with the slight autumn wind. She didn't turn around when the door fell shut. She kept staring down at the ground. “Hell of a view up here, huh.” I said to her. She didn't answer. I slowly started walking towards her, watching her, trying to see if or how she'd react. “Did the party get too crazy?” I started again. As I said it, she turned her head towards me ever so slightly. I was a few feet away from her now, not close enough to touch her, though. “Ems, if anything is wrong, you know you can tell me, right?” She only nodded her head. I knew she didn't know, and if she did, she didn't feel that way. “Ems, please just talk to me.” No response. She was looking down again. I waited a moment before talking again. “Ems, please. You're scaring me.” I begged her. We stood there for what felt like a lifetime. I turned around to leave, thinking whatever was wrong, I couldn't change it, and she wouldn't talk to me, not after what I'd said to her earlier today, but she spoke. Her voice came out small. “Did you mean what you said? Do you really think I'm a waste of space?” At first, I just stood there, not knowing what to say. “I don't think that. I was angry, that's why I said it, but I didn't mean it.”“It's true, though.”“Ems,” I started, but she cut me off before I could respond. “It's true. Everyone says so. Even when I was little, people have been telling me that, even my own father. How could it possibly not be true?” She was facing me now. Her eyes blue where red and swollen as if she had been crying, and filled with defeat. “All my life people have told me that I'm not good enough, that they'd be better of without me,”“I wouldn't,” I interrupted “I wouldn't be better off without you. Emma, you're my best friend, maybe even more then that. I could never live without you.” “Yes, you could.” said Emma, and then she took a step back, her foot hitting nothing but air. Before I could even yell her name, beg her not to do it, not to jump, she was gone. I ran to the edge of the rooftop to see if she had really fallen. To see if she was really gone, but when I looked down, expecting to see her lifeless body in a pool of blood, I saw nothing. Nothing but the pavement in front of our apartment building. I stood there for a moment, looking down at the spot her body should have been. How could she not be there? Somehow I'd walked backwards without knowing it, my back hit the cold iron door that lead to the staircase. My fingers where knotted in my hair. I was looking around, looking for her. Wide-eyed, looking without looking. My heart was beating so fast it might as well have beaten out of my chest. My breathing was shallow and my world was spinning. I thought I was going to pass out, but then I woke up.
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There she stood, looking out over the bright and ever-burning city lights. She always came here when she wanted to clear her head, but this time was different. This time she'd raced upstairs, pushing past everyone in her way. I'd followed her up, feeling like something was off, but as I stood there, at the entrance door of the rooftop of our apartment building, I knew something wasn't just off, something was catastrophically wrong. She stood at the ledge of the roof, her arms around her and her auburn hair flowing along with the slight autumn wind. She didn't turn around when the door fell shut. She kept staring down at the ground. “Hell of a view up here, huh.” I said to her. She didn't answer. I slowly started walking towards her, watching her, trying to see if or how she'd react. “Did the party get too crazy?” I started again. As I said it, she turned her head towards me ever so slightly. I was a few feet away from her now, not close enough to touch her, though. “Ems, if anything is wrong, you know you can tell me, right?” She only nodded her head. I knew she didn't know, and if she did, she didn't feel that way. “Ems, please just talk to me.” No response. She was looking down again. I waited a moment before talking again. “Ems, please. You're scaring me.” I begged her. We stood there for what felt like a lifetime. I turned around to leave, thinking whatever was wrong, I couldn't change it, and she wouldn't talk to me, not after what I'd said to her earlier today, but she spoke. Her voice came out small. “Did you mean what you said? Do you really think I'm a waste of space?” At first, I just stood there, not knowing what to say. “I don't think that. I was angry, that's why I said it, but I didn't mean it.”“It's true, though.”“Ems,” I started, but she cut me off before I could respond. “It's true. Everyone says so. Even when I was little, people have been telling me that, even my own father. How could it possibly not be true?” She was facing me now. Her eyes blue where red and swollen as if she had been crying, and filled with defeat. “All my life people have told me that I'm not good enough, that they'd be better of without me,”“I wouldn't,” I interrupted “I wouldn't be better off without you. Emma, you're my best friend, maybe even more then that. I could never live without you.” “Yes, you could.” said Emma, and then she took a step back, her foot hitting nothing but air. Before I could even yell her name, beg her not to do it, not to jump, she was gone. I ran to the edge of the rooftop to see if she had really fallen. To see if she was really gone, but when I looked down, expecting to see her lifeless body in a pool of blood, I saw nothing. Nothing but the pavement in front of our apartment building. I stood there for a moment, looking down at the spot her body should have been. How could she not be there? Somehow I'd walked backwards without knowing it, my back hit the cold iron door that lead to the staircase. My fingers where knotted in my hair. I was looking around, looking for her. Wide-eyed, looking without looking. My heart was beating so fast it might as well have beaten out of my chest. My breathing was shallow and my world was spinning. I thought I was going to pass out, but then I woke up.
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