August 15th. The sun had long since set, but the air was still muggy and hot. As I ran up the apartment building’s stairs, my body was an endless fountain of sweat.
“Goodbye.”
Just one word sent from her LINE account.
I knew right away what it meant.
I had been at work despite it being the lantern festival. After throwing my stuff together, I rushed home to the building where I lived.
And upon the roof, outside the railing, was where I found her standing with vacant eyes.
This was actually the fourth time I had seen her attempting to jump to her death.
