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“Describe to me everything that happened between first seeing Sarah and now,” requested the Police officer. I start to think through the whole night, struggling to detangle a story, even a sentence, from my racing memories. Every moment under the stars that seemed so perfect at the time, even that faint trash smell, was a clue I needed to unravel. But all I can see is her face; all I can hear is her laugh. **** Our arms are piled high with velvet-lined blanket and plush pillows. We are almost finished galloping up the fifteen stories. A long night of loud giggles and star gazing awaits my best friend and I as we prepare to camp out on my penthouse rooftop one last time before I move away. We take our first steps onto the rooftop, our bare feet …show more content…

I think, smiling. Things are back to normal. After a few giggles, we look up at the musky stars in the night sky and listen to the hum of cars traveling past. Even in the city, it felt like the moon was the only thing lighting our magical little rooftop. “Sarah, can you believe that this will be the last time we see each other in like forever?” “Where will I go when you aren’t here?” Sarah said, her voice breaking a little. “Hey,” I said, sitting up and touching her ankle to remind her of the anklet. “We will always be together no matter where we end up.” “Yeah. No matter where we end up,” Sarah repeated. I lay back down, glad that I had given her the anklet. I can’t believe how much she will miss me, even though we haven’t been that close lately, I thought as I drifted to sleep. I will really miss her, too. Night passes on and our heavy eyes slowly close as we drift into a sound sleep. Sooner than I expect, I woke up to the soft sounds of footsteps around; carefully navigating across the mounds of pillows. I roll over and look at the bare ankle walking beside me, with the friendship anklet tied around it. Sarah is probably going to the bathroom, I …show more content…

I trail behind as both police officers walk to the scene. Inside Sarah’s pocket was a neatly folded letter sealed in an envelope. It was addressed to me. The short note read, “Dear Paisley, I know this may be hard to understand, but it’s for the best. This is the only place I could go. We will always be together, I love you. Love, Sarah” I folded the note as carefully as I could with my hands that were shaking like an elevator carrying too many passengers. I handed the note back to the cops, but they said I could keep it, they had pictures. My chain of thoughts and emotions soon changed to blaming everything on myself. How could I not have noticed this. I should’ve known something was wrong. I should have seen this coming. It’s all my fault. If I was one second earlier I could have grabbed her down and talked her out of it. I sit in front of Sarah, a body covered in a large yellow sheet. I asked her Why Sarah? Why? I knew in my head she was not going to answer this, but my heart was still convinced that we could have one last

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