This is what Charlotte writes.
This is my writing, from 2007 (Senior Year of High School) on.
10.05.07
We are standing on the roof again. The city is spread out beneath us like a glittering carpet, welcoming, tantalizing, lying. It’s silent and as he balances on the edge no wind ruffles his hair and his tears drop straight down, diamonds falling into the abyss. I scream his name but no sound escapes in to the cold air. He hears me anyway, turns, looks into my eyes and stabs me in the heart with his pain. You are everything to me. I can’t look away. The noise in my head is getting louder and louder, drowning out every thought. Don’t let the memories go of me and you. He turns back, away from me, to gaze at the city below his feet, where he will finally be free. Don’t jump. I’m standing beside him now. Reaching for his hand, wrapping his cold fingers in my own. Eyes are closed against this world. The scars will stay forever. I want to save him. I can’t hold you back. It’s getting light outside. I cannot breathe ‘cause time stands still. Eyes close and fall.
Note: “Spring Nicht” influence, yes.
