This story is entirely fictional. None of this has happened. Please don't kill me for the sudden plot twist. If you don't have a sense of humor... Don't read.


I hate you.

I hate you more than anything in the entire world right now.

… Why? Why would you do this to me? After all we've been through together, you just cast me aside and forget about me like... Like I'm nothing?

I can't stand you.

I've done so much for you. We've been together for two years now. Why would you do that? How could you be so heartless?

I'm done. I'm not putting up with you anymore. If this is how you see me, then fine. I don't care anymore.

So here I stand, at the top of this apartment building. I can see the cars and people beneath me, going about their days like no one has done them wrong. Like none of them were treated how you treated me. They're so lucky.

There is a breeze, and I close my eyes as I listen to the sounds of the city- ambulances, people yelling, car horns beeping... I'm going to miss this. I'll miss it so much, but it's not worth it. I'd rather die than live in this cruel world.

I loved you so, so much. But now... It's over.

My arms go out, holding a crucified stance on the ledge of the roof. I hear nothing. I lean forward, my toes going off the side. I begin to feel myself free falling. I fall to the ground. To the bottom. To my death.

All because you wouldn't give me one.



Of candy.

… Bitch.

So you're probably thinking, "where the fuck did this come from?"

Well, here's the story- TristanNightling and I were sitting in Government class playing Dutch Blitz (Don't ask why, we don't know either) and the prize for winning the game was candy. He wanted some, but was too lazy to get off his ass and actually play the game, so he asked a friend of ours to get it for him. Our friend won the game, but didn't give up any of his candy. So, TristanNightling had an amazing five minute depression, and his rambles inspired this short nonsensical story.