Another short fic, written in second person, though it's not fandom related. Just something that sprung from who knows where. Don't ask. lol If the tenses are off a might, ignore it. I caught all I could,

since I seldom use a beta.

Jade

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Falling from Grace

“Tell me what happened,” she says, leaning on the ledge, blue eyes staring back.

You take a breath, hands still shaking as you try to recall exactly what led you up here. How could it have gone so far? What was the point? Dropping your gaze, you feel awkward as the whole thing replays over in your mind. “I don’t want to talk about it,” you murmur softly, the wind blowing your hair across your face.

“Doesn’t matter. It happened and you have come clean,” she replies, her voice showing a hint of irritation.

“But,” you begin, but stop when you realize she’s right. With a sigh, you sit back, raising a hand to cover your mouth while trying not to cry. “It’s not easy,” you whisper, blinking back the tears of grief that flood your vision.

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The clank of a door fell on your ears as your counterpart flung it open to hit the wall. Laughing, the two of you run across the roof without hesitation, not thinking of anything but the here and now. The only sounds to permeate the night air are those of the sirens down below that mix gently with traffic.

“Come on,” she said, running up to the ledge and peeking over without a care in the world. Glancing back over her shoulder to see you running up, she laughed and climbed up on the ledge.

“Get down from there,” you said, laughter lacing your words.

“Get up here,” she replied, extending a hand to help you up.

Trusting that she knew what she’s doing, you took it and found yourself standing on top of the world, looking down into the street below. Knees shaking before growing weak, you reached out to her for support only to find she’s no longer there. Frantic eyes searched the darkness, looking for some sign as to where she went.

“You should see yourself,” she remarked from behind you. Leaning against the ledge again, she looked up at you with a grin. “You know, you aren’t the same person you were,” she mentioned, looking at her nails impassively. “I have no use for you anymore.”

Gasping, your can’t believe your ears as you looked down at her. “What are you saying?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

She just looked at you and grinned.

Realization sank in as you remembered where you were standing. Your eyes grew wide as her hand moved toward you, easily pushing your foot over. Screaming, you dropped to your knees, shaking in fear as she attempted to shove you off. “NO! I don’t want to die!” you screamed, feeling your hands lose their grip.

“It’s better this way,” she smirked, pushing against your torso. “Quit fighting me,” she hissed, her pushes becoming more violent. “You deserve it.”

“Why?” you cried out, your body shaking in terror as you get closer and closer to the edge. “What have I ever done to you?” you asked, tears streaming down your face.

“You disagreed with me,” she remarked, her voice cold as ice.

“NO!” you screamed as your feet fell over the edge. Hanging onto the last bit of concrete that you could, you couldn’t look down because all you’d see was death. “HELP!”

“Nobody can help you now,” she replied, glancing at your precarious position. “I wonder. . .” she smiled as she grabbed one of your wrists, then continued, “what will happen when you hit the pavement?”

“Please!” you implored, twisting your hand from her grasp and catching her wrist.

“Let go!” she snarled, trying to shake your hand free to no avail.

Pulling on her, trying to raise yourself up, you pulled her off balance. Her scream caused you to pull harder, reaching out with your hand to grab concrete once again. Heaving yourself up against unsurmountable odds, you peered over the ledge once again as your hands sought a better handhold. Glancing around, there was no sign of your acquaintance and that scared you more than you thought. Your breaths came in gasps as you pulled yourself back up and over the edge to fall on the roof’s surface. Your body trembled in relief, but that soon vanished when you heard a scream.

With what little energy you had left, you pull yourself to your feet and glanced over the ledge again to see her hanging on for dear life. In that moment your mind fought for what it knew to be the right thing to do. Bending over the ledge, you held your hand out to her, knowing that nobody, not even her, deserved this fate.

As she grasped your hand, a wicked grin crossed her face. “I knew you’d do the right thing,” she responded, giving your arm a tug.

Your feet lost their footing, sending you crashing against the edge. Quickly securing yourself again, you knew she was intent on taking you with her. After a few moments of work, you finally wrenched from her grasp and watched in horror as she fell from grace to land on the pavement below. Crouching against the smooth concrete, your tears fell freely, washing all the animosity from your system.

Down on the street, all the bystanders stood there gawking as the authorities cleaned up the mess. Sitting there watching everything from your vantage point on the roof, you wondered what it would have felt like as she hit the ground, her bones shattering into thousands of pieces. Shuddering, you realize that could have been you.

Footsteps sounded on the concrete behind you, yet you didn’t turn around. The commotion going on down below held your attention as they zipped her body into a bag. Scratching against the surface, then a hand beside you, caused you to look up into a pair of blue eyes.

“Tell me what happened,” she said, leaning on the ledge, blue eyes staring back.