Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-25326117-20151207022950

I stared at my friend, sword impaled in my ribs and slowly dying.

I watched my friend take step by step, closer to the ledge of the roof.

My friend was guilty of this sword in my body, but I couldn't care less about me right now.

My friend, Morgan shouldn't be doing this.

I tried crying out for her, but the pain and blood was too much.

She said to me as she took that one fateful step to the last of the ledge, "God doesn't send people to Hell, people send themselves.  Goodbye forever, Jace!"

With that, all went black. 