She was standing by a railing looking over at the city... No she was doing more than just standing her stance was askew, cocky, as if she knew something the rest of us didn't. She was strutting but she wasn't moving. She wasn't just looking either, there was this far away look in her eye and a clear depth that I haven't seen in a long time. The dress clung to her body, like she would take off out of it any second. The boot on her feet, she wore nearly to her knees, seemed to scream a quiet attitude that whispered to me "I can take on the world and win". Her eyes told me the truth though, she wasn't winning. She held out her hands, trailing her finger tips along the edge of the bars as she did so, until her arms were spread wide enough that she looked like she was contemplating flight.

She looked over at me and smiled. It was a pretty smile but filled with a misery that I couldn't explain. She turned her head back to the city and spoke to me.

"This city used to be my world you know. I walked those sidewalks and I owned them. Everyone could see that I belonged no where else but here. They treated me like I knew I should be treated, because I acted like it. I held the respect of even strangers who didn't know me from the girl living across the way. I was safe. One man was all it really took. One man who was cockier than me, who felt that he deserved more than me and then he deserved me." Her words began to echo into my soul stirring something, some memory of what felt like a time long forgotten.

I went to question her trying to make sense of what she said but her arms had spread wider and her body began a slow tilt. I blurted out "What happened to you?!" without any grace or tact. She stopped, balanced precariously and tilted her head. Looking at me over her shoulder with a light expression on her face.

"You don't know?" Her voice chimed almost brightly, "It was all over the news, and the only thing people could talk about for weeks." The cheer I thought I heard in her voice faded towards the end. I shook my head at her.

"I don't pay that much attention really..." I trailed off not really know what else to say, but thinking if I could just keep her talking I could stop her.

She gazed at me with a sad sort of hope before shaking her head. "It doesn't matter, you're proably the only one who doesn't know an therefore couldn't believe it was my fault. He told the courts that it was roleplay and even somehow knew what safeword I use but I never consented. All his wittnesses were ex-boyfriends of mine and confirmed my use of a safeword in that kind of act, and all told the same word. Except for one, but he used that word too often and told them as much, so his had to be different."

I took a step closer and she moved. I froze thinking she was going to jump but she pulled something out of her dress. As she dropped it she told me that inside is a letter she would like for me to give to the cops. Just to make sure that they get it. I managed to swallow and clear my throat enough to ask, "But won't that implicate me as a suspect?"

She chuckled, "No, it's an authorized letter stating vaguely what happened, not to blame anyone who was with me, and where to find my will." I must have looked shocked because she just shook her head. "Please just give it to them." I nodded.

I was just about to speak again and ask her what she meant, why she was doing this when she was just gone. Her body shifted it's balance and she was over the railing head first. I ran to try to grab her but it was to late. She was out of reach, but I swear I could see a content smile on her face.

Dawn was just beginning to break over the horizon behind the city line as I ran down to the bottom floor of the apartment building we were in, sealed envolope in hand. I assume she lived there and we just never met before. I almost wish not that I didn't go to look. She wasn't anything more than an unrecognizable mass of blood, bone, organs and skin. There was really nothing left of the beautiful ethereal girl I saw on the terrace just moments ago. I was horrified. Then the cops showed up. I must have looked green when they asked me what happened because they led me to one of the cars and had me sit with my feet hanging out the door. I told them everything.

Just as it looked like they were about to arrest me on suspicion that I actually killed her I handed them the letter. I told them that she all but ordered me to give it to the police. Confused they left me to sit there while they took it to who ever was in charge. A while later one of them came back over to me.

"Sir? You're free to leave but we need your name, address and a number you can be reached at. It was requested that you be allowed to attend the reading of the will." I was confused to say the least. I even asked why I specifically was requested. "Oh, it didn't mention you by name, but moreover requested that whoever handed this over to the police telling us that she said to give it to us come." I nodded with my brows pressed together and gave them what they wanted to know.

The reading was in two days. I showed up and the first thing that was read was her suicide letter, it gave everyone present the most disturbing details about the truth of what happened, and I finally figured out what happened to her. She asked everyone not to be sad, because she is finally at peace. Next was the rest of her will. She apparently was rather successful because she had a rather large sum of money and valuables that went to her family. The shock to me was that most of it went to whoever took custody of her daughter, as her father wasn't allowed to have her. That ended up being the childs godmother, as the womans first choice, her mother, didn't feel able to. I didn't know she left a daughter behind.

Finally, when everyone was looking at me strangely, not knowing who I was or why I was there at the end was the answer.

"And finally, I leave whatever is left to whoever it was that was with me when I died. For, them to be here I had to have asked them to give the cops a letter, which means in my final moments of life they brought me peace. After everything that happened to me that is truly the best gift I could have received. Thank you."

I was stunned. Not by the amount, I didn't find out until later that I had received a little over 500,000 in cash and around $30,000 in valuables. I was stunned by her words alone.

Two years down the road I had finished the painting I had begun that day. It was her, and how she looked the moment I first saw her on the terrace. Strong, beautiful, and ethereal overlooking the city that belonged to her, no matter what had happened to her. I made a print for myself to keep and sent the original to the godmother of her daughter, to hold on to until the child was old enough. I kept in contact for that very reason though I think I also made a friend. Some days, when we're talking I can almost feel her happiness from the other side, as she said in her will, she's finally at peace.