December 25th 1985, 5:15 am

Looking back now, I don’t remember if she jumped, or fell, or even if I pushed her. All I remember is her falling, hearing her head crack on the pavement below and screaming, I don’t know if it was hers or mine. I heard it playing over and over again in my head, the crack, her scream, mine, the crack, her scream, mine.

I had been sitting in this small room for hours. The air’s stale, and my coffee’s cold. The police officer who had been asking me questions re-enters the room.

“Hi Marisol,” he says, straightening out some papers on a desk and sitting in a rolling chair. “I just want to let you know that if you did something wrong, it’s ok. You can tell us, because let me tell you,” he says, resting his arms on his knees, “we don’t want this thing to snowball,” I start to cry again.

“I would never, I, Robin was-” I loved her.

“Marisol, I’m going to need you to start telling the truth.” He’s calm but firm.

“She was my favourite person.” My voice is breaking. My hands shake and I clasp them together, trying to steady them.

“I’m going to leave the room again, ok?” I nod. “If you decide there’s something you want to tell us, there’ll be an officer waiting outside.”

When he leaves, I close my eyes and take a moment to remember her. I remember the way her hair fell when she would tie it up. I remember the looks she would give me in class when the teacher said something stupid. That makes me laugh a bit now. I remember how free she was. Everything she did, she gave her whole self to. She used to tell me that we belonged to each other. One day, she tied a string around my finger, and then around hers. She pulled it tight and said: This is us. She cut the string in the middle. Even if we’re apart, we still come from the same place. We’re still two parts of the same string. I hoped now that that was true. When I wiggled my finger–it might have been my exhaustion–but I could have sworn I felt something pull it back.

THE END

If you've made it this far, thank you for reading! Marisol and Robin mean the world to me, so you giving them some of your time by reading my little story truly makes me so so happy. x.