(Warning: Kumy, I love you, but this is a knife in the gut of feels for you. Suicide and kinda verbal abuse.)

<-Jupiter's POV->

"How could you not save him?!"

The white haired girl did not respond, staring at the floor with her golden eyes. My anger had ignited, and her emotionless face kindled it further.

"Why were you able to save my mother, the person I hate the most, but not my father, the person I loved the most?!"

She shuffled slightly.

"You're so useless! No wonder you have to keep erasing people's memories! You keep fucking up!"

I turned around, storming away from her. She was so stupid, no wonder she was the bitch that brought her world to an end. She couldn't do anything right. I hate her so damn much. I wished she'd die.

I learned the hard way, be careful what you wish for.

---

"What the fuck are you doing!?"

She took a step closer to the ledge, a fall that even the water that fell with it would not break the plummet. My heart felt like it was dropping that distance.

"Stop, you dumb bitch!"

I reached to grab her arm. She whipped around, slapping my hand away.

"This is what you want, no?"

My eyes widened in horror. I swear she smiled at me as she back stepped into the pit.

---

"Good morning."

Wow, real smooth, Jupiter. What a way to start a conversation. I didn't get an answer, but I didn't mind.

"The flowers are nice today."

I smiled, sitting down.

"You've been taking good care of them."

"Some people think you shouldn't be down here." I laughed. "No one ever sees you anymore."

"..."

"I've been wondering, why don't you ever come up?"

"..."

"Haha... It's ok, you don't have to answer."

"..."

"Ah, here. I brought you more flowers. They're buttercups, your favorite."

"..."

I stared for a minute, then placed the bouquet atop the pile of rotting ones, a beautiful yellow hue among the molding brown.

"They started asking me questions again. They want to know if I'm ok. I'm fine, I swear!"

"..."

"... Do you think... I'm sick...?"

"..."

Tears begin to burn my eyes. "Please... I need to hear your voice..."

I looked up at the wooden cross, surrounded by rushing water and rotten buttercups. The fresh bouquet was golden, like her eyes.

"I need you... Arial..."

(Word count: 353 yeah it's short.)

(A/N: Literally started crying. Haha...)