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Sad

I opened my eyes to my plain white ceiling; my sleep had been disturbed by images of her. I tore off my blankets to have the cold air rush upon me; I shuddered a bit but got over it and swung my legs out of bed. I sat up straight and looked at the clock that was across the way, it read 6:34AM. I jumped down to the floor to have my feet meet the soft carpet, I moved over to my closet and pulled out a purple t-shirt and blue jeans, it was my day off. I opened my door to have the light beam into my eyes, I walked down the hall into my kitchen and pulled out a bowl and poured some cereal and milk. I ate it slowly as I couldn't taste the cereal to my awaking tongue, I read the paper in front of me and I turned it over to the obituary section. She was there looking at me, smiling like she also did. I crumpled the newspaper and threw it out of my sight. I jumped out of my seat and walked over to the sink and dropped my bowl in there, breaking as it touched the white marble sink. I walked into the bathroom and I looked into the mirror to see the black bags sitting underneath my eyes, sleep was not easy with her in my mind. I turned the knob and water poured out of the snout of the sink; I cupped my hands into a bowl and threw the water into my face. It was something that woke me up a little bit but usually she would come back to itch in the back of my mind. I walked up to the door out of my apartment; I opened the closet door to grab my sandals when I spied her flip flops , her face popped back into my head like a deer surprising an oncoming car. I felt the tears grow in my eyes as they started to pour out I just lost it. I threw open the door and ran the door to the roof exit, I pushed the door and ran up the flight of stairs until meeting the door that would lead to my doom. I opened it slowly, I saw the edging of the roof, it was brick and high enough for a child could prop themselves over and under. I walked up to it and felt the cold of the brick; I leaned over to see how far it was and how fast the fall would kill me. I put my hands on top of the brick and pulled myself onto the brick until my feet where dangling over the edge. I remembered her face, god how much I loved her, my little girl, my daughter. She was gone and so was I, I jumped and felt the wind blow threw my hair, and everything was lovely once again.

Author's Note

It is UNEDITED and i would like very honest replies like or terrible!