“Wait…” I say. He stops, and turns around. This guy, I fell in love with, I cannot have. “I love you,” I say to him. He looks at me with his angelic blue eyes then looks at the ground. He murmurs something under his breath but I don’t understand him.
“Sorry… I can’t love you… I love someone else.” he says to me. My heart starts pounding; I brace myself on the dying willow tree then I start crying. I knew that he didn’t love me but I had to hear it from him.
“You… love my best friend, don’t you?” I ask him. I just have to hear him say no, to live on.
He walks closer to me, he smells like cigarette smoke. In his sincere voice he says, “Yes, I love your best friend. I’m truly sorry.”
He walks away leaving a faint scent of a cigarette in the air. I lay on the wet green grass; I’m crying and crying with the rain that is pouring down. The rain is like my tears, they just won’t stop, pouring down and soaking me. The man, I love, is in love with my best friend.
The rain stops pouring and I walk home on the busy sidewalk. I can’t live anymore, because what I live for is not mine and will never be mine. Once I get home, I open the large doors to my bedroom. The pitch black darkness of my room pours out of the golden doors. I fling myself on my large black and golden bed in the center of my room. I scream into a black, gold-rimmed pillow and I start crying again. I lay on my bed all night, awake.
I walk slowly to school the next day. I see him with my best friend talking. He looks at me; my eyes widen. I turn around and walked away from him. Walking became running; my emotions are racing through my mind. I find myself walk around on the roof of the large old school. I then walk onto the ledge of the roof. I stare down at the cement pavement that lays three floors down. I’m going to die today, on a rainy day, and no one will really care. No one notices me at school, at home, nowhere at all. My mind runs blank; I don’t have any thoughts running through my head. I step closer to the edge. All I hear is the rain pouring down. “DON’T JUMP,” is the last thing I heard from the man that smells like the smoke of cigarettes.

