I see his face watching in horror, as I quickly reach closer to the ground. Then, I close my eyes and wait for the end. When I hit the ground, I see a flash of light and then darkness. I feel the pain of every bone break and the pain in everyone in the world. In that same instant, I feel peace, silence, and comfort.
Back on the roof, he turns to cry and walk away when he sees the box. He picks it up and goes back to his dorm room where he places the box on his desk across from his bed. He sits and stares at the box in what must seem like hours, but in truth is only a few minutes. Finally, he carefully opens it to see what I could have left. He pulls out his sweater, the CD mix he made me, a few other gifts he’d given me, and a letter.
As sirens blare outside, he plays the CD and holds the letter in his hands. After listening to the same songs a dozen times and wondering why I would kill myself and leave him like this, he gently unfolds the paper. He wipes away the tears that have fallen and hearing in my voice he begins to read. The letter reads,
I know that my love for you was never returned. I understand that you love her the way that I loved you, which is why I am setting you free. I have gathered the few precious items of yours I kept that were so dear to my heart, but I fear that if I do not return them to you I will go insane.
The sweater still has your smell from that night by the lake where we spent our first night together. The smoky smell will forever be embedded within my senses as well as the fresh night air. The very first CD mix you gave me, full of songs that were so not you; sappy love songs you would have never listened to in a million years.
I will never regret what we had together and though it breaks my heart to let you go, I know that this will make you happy, which is all I ever wanted to do. I wish you nothing but the best of the rest of your life. So now that I have nothing and you have everything, I leave this place. I do not know where I am going, but I hope to one day fall in love with someone that loves me the way that you love her and she loves you.
Farewell, my dear.
Then it hit him like a bolt of lightning from out of the blue. Terrified, he rereads the last sentence several times.
She wasn’t going to jump.
"What have I done," he whispers into the now complete silence that surrounds him.