Today marks 3 years since the night that utterly changed my life for the worse. My pure, perfect boyfriend and I had been coming up on our 1 year and 6 months. I had been on a Christmas vacation with my closest friends whom I had trusted my entire life. Ashlynn, my dearest friend since the 2nd grade, was basically my sister. Luis and Taylor— god, my entire group— everything was perfect.
Then just like that, December 27, 2026– ripped away from me as if it was nothing. As if the universe expected me to be able to move on from it. And I couldn't.
So, as I stood, staring over the edge of the bridge, I take a deep breath in bitter relief. This was in tribute to the people I lost that night.
And, just as the life had been stripped from the eyes of my friends in their last moments, my last moments of awareness dwindled. I felt a kind of peacefulness in my last moments, knowing that I would never have to feel the pain of grief ever again.
