"Trust me!" He said, trying to stay cool while looking down into the black hole.

No. I won't.

"I can't," I lied.

Nothing could make me. Why would I? Why would he? Obviously his idea of love was different than mine. Never would I do this for him.

"Why don't you trust me?" He asked, fully realizing that I didn't believe what he was telling me.

I don't trust you because you're an
idiot.

"I.." I started to think of some other lie.

"You.." he mocked.

UGH! Why can't I tell the cold, hard truth to THAT?

"The truth is, that you deceived me. You pretended you were someone great, someone trustworthy. But you're the opposite. You want me to jump? You want me to DIE with you? I wouldn't die for anyone, much less you. Just because your life is not the way you want it to be, doesn't mean you have to take me away from mine."

Please don't push me off the edge.

He looked at me, and I thought I saw genuine sorrow in his face.

There must have been something in his eye.

He saluted me and smirked before stepping off the cliff.

How could someone do that to him?

Oh, Carl. My first love. I was there when you committed suicide. Oh what a fool you were.

Oh what a fool I almost was.