The End

She stood atop the building.
She looked down at people walking about, busy with their own lives.
No one knew she was up there.
They would, shortly.
She knew she had no other option.
Her decision was final.
She looked down at the people below again.
She wondered if heaven would be different.
Or who knows, maybe it will be hell.
"I dont think God likes suicides - Hell would be my guess."
Maybe at hell, people would be mean, just like they were here.
But maybe hell-dwellers wouldnt pretend to be nice and then backstab you as they do here.
She lifted her heels up.
She was excited about this.
No more cheaters. No more empty promises. No more heartbreak.
She could not believe she took so long to consider this option.
Aah! This was it! The moment had arrived.
She was one step away from becoming free.
She took a tiny notebook and a pen from her pocket, and wrote,
"Sweetheart,
Do bad things. That way you will end up in hell. Maybe in hell, we can work things out."
She folded the note and kept it safely inside her pocket.
She looked up, and took that final step.
As the wind gushed throug her hair, she thought,
"I may be a coward to do this, but I'm brave enough to accept it."