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It starts to drip onto the pavement. I stand there in shock, not even noticing what has happened right in front of me. I stand there, not making any move. I can't do anything, there isn't anything I can do that will make any difference.

...

I had gotten a text from my girlfriend Jen. She simply said she had something to tell me. It didn't sound to well. I reached her apartment on the 10th story. Her room is five doors down from the elevator, beside a crazy Iranian couple. They constantly fight, they just dump their garbage out into the hallway. It leaves an awful stench and a rather unusual stain at the front of their apartment.

I had reached her door. It took me awhile before I knocked. My heart was thumping. I wanted to turn around but I didn't. I knock.

"Jen, it's me."

"Door's unlocked, just come in."

She was standing right at the doorway; her eyes swollen from crying. Before I talk, I take off my jacket and put it on the ground.

"Babe, Jen, whats wrong?"

"Parker...Look there was this party and I had a lot to drink..."

I knew where this was going. I ignored her explanation. I already knew what she wanted to tell me. She cheated on me.

I could only pull out one thing out of my mouth.

"Jen, What the fuck?"

Before she could speak I slammed my fist onto the wall, cracking it. I grabbed her, and threw her towards the wall.

"Jen, what the fuck? Seriously, what the fuck were you thinking?"

"I told you, I had a lot to dri-"

"That's not even an excuse!"

I couldn't control myself, I was blinded...blinded by anger. Before I came back into reality, I saw her on the ground, crying uncontrollably, her hands covering her face, which were covered with blood. I decide to leave, but I had something just pulsing to come out of my mouth. I let it out.

"Jen."

"Yes?"

She still managed to smile at me, even under all that blood.

"Just die, leave me be."

I take and put on my jacket and walk out of her apartment towards the elevator. As I walk towards the elevator, I hear that Iranian couple bickering at each other. Damn, they are loud.

I enter the elevator, no thoughts go into my head. I feel nothing.

The elevator stops on the first floor. I walk out the door. It's gloomy outside.

"Pathetic Fallacy, the chances of that."

I continue to walk down the sidewalk, and in an instant something huge came slamming onto the sidewalk.


It was Jen.

I looked at her face. Bruised but she still had a smile. What did that mean?

A pool of blood started to form. It starts to drip onto the pavement. I stand there in shock, not even noticing what has happened right in front of me. I stand there, not making any move. I can't do anything, there isn't anything I can do that will make any difference.

...

It's been a couple of days since Jen, my beautiful girlfriend's death. I haven't moved from my bed; I haven't ate, I haven't slept. Everything stopped.

I got a call, it was the police.

"Yes?"

"Is this Parker?"

"Yes."

"Hi, it seems there was a note for you, left by your late girlfriend, please, come to the station."

I got up from the bed. My body ached, my bones creaked, my eyes slowly adjusting to the light. I sit on the bed, attempting to think. Nothing comes. I cannot produce any thought. I put on some clothes, get my keys and head out the door.

As I arrived at the Police station, I was given a note from an officer waiting at the front. It was bloodstained and written in handwriting. I ask the officer where the washroom was. I wanted to read it there.

I found an empty (and clean) stall. I sat on the toilet and read the note:

"Parker,
I had hurt you. I had forsaken you. I am a disgrace. I didn't mean to, but you're right drinking isn't an excuse. You told me to die and I will just do that. Just for you. Just to make it up to you. Parker, remember I will always love you, and I'm sorry I had hurt you.

-jen"

For the first time since her death, I cried. The thought of her writing that note; Smiling because she have fulfilled her love's one request. I can't get that image out of my head. I can't help but blame myself on this.

I should've listened...but I didn't, and I'm left with these feelings.