I never expected that my best friend would commit suicide. It happened on the night I was away on a business trip last Saturday. She jumped from a building in the middle of the night. They say it was a terrible sight...
I never expected that my best friend would commit suicide. It happened on the night I was away on a business trip last Saturday. She jumped from a building in the middle of the night. They say it was a terrible sight...
I never expected that my best friend would commit suicide.
It happened last Saturday, the night I was away on a business trip.
She jumped from a building in the middle of the night.
They say it was a gruesome sight...
I never thought she would take her own life.
Nor did I ever imagine that someone who valued her image so deeply would choose to end her life by jumping off a building, in such a hideously disfigured state.
But what I never expected was that her death would plunge me into a life-and-death crisis...
1. I never thought she would commit suicide.
My friend who took her own life was named Katharine.
We were high school classmates.
To be honest, Katharine was far superior to me in looks, figure, and family background.
Even her fiancé, Nigel, was considered a great catch by everyone. Katharine was the envy of many women.
Yet, this very woman chose to end her life!
And she did so by leaping from the twenty-seventh floor!
What kind of despair could drive someone like Katharine, who was so concerned about her image, to leave her unrecognizable?
There was a significant gap between Katharine and me.
She was exceptional, while I was ordinary.
I was the kind of person who could easily blend into a crowd without being noticed.
Perhaps it was because I was an ordinary girl, plain in appearance, with an unremarkable background and job, that Katharine and I could develop a friendship during our school days which others found somewhat hard to understand.
I attended Katharine's memorial service.
Watching the screen in the funeral hall, where Katharine's photos and videos kept changing, I felt an overwhelming sense of grief and oppression.
There, I saw Katharine's fiancé, Nigel.
This man, who should have been bright and handsome, now looked utterly haggard.
Nigel and I were somewhat familiar with each other.
Over the two-plus years he and Katharine dated, we had shared several meals together.
I intended to go up and offer Nigel a few words of comfort, but to my surprise, when Nigel saw me, his expression became quite complex.
"Nigel... stay strong..."
I approached him sincerely, speaking softly.
"Nora, you... came..." Nigel said, looking at me.
"Yes, since Katharine has passed away, I just had to come to bid her farewell..."
I continued in a low voice.
Nigel looked at me, hesitated for a moment.
And then resolutely said, "Nora, come with me. There's something I need to show you."
In a daze, I followed Nigel into a nearby small, empty hall.
Without wasting words, Nigel handed me an envelope.
I examined it closely.
It was a blank envelope with no writing on it.
"Open it."
Nigel said softly.
I opened the envelope and found a single sheet of A4 paper inside.
The paper had printed text, and I began to read it carefully.
As I read a few lines, a sharp pain pierced my heart!
I forced myself to finish reading the content, and at the bottom, there was a familiar handwritten signature-Katharine!
"This... how is this possible? How could Katharine's death be related to me?"
I murmured in disbelief, holding what seemed to be Katharine's "suicide note."
"I don't believe it either... but this is what Katharine left behind. I thought you needed to see it."
Nigel said quietly.
I was utterly dumbfounded!
Because, in Katharine's note, I was shockingly named as the culprit responsible for her suicide!
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