(Warning! Mentions of death)

My best friends feet dangle from the edge of the roof.

Both arms are bloomed out lazily, silver rings tipping upon the crest of her fingers. She levitates a boot in an attempt to balance herself, and slips upon the ceiling with a jovial and drunken laugh. There’s a toothy grin upon her face, her navy blue eyes blood shot with determination. My heart pounds within my chest; I can feel the pulse within my throat.

All I can think about is her dying.

“Cressida!” I bellow from beneath her, pleading. “Go back to the window!”

A broken giggle escapes her. She steps forward once and glances down from the ceiling, eyes widening. She was reveling in this. I knew that. The girl was an adrenaline junkie, always searching for that next high. Ever since we were children she besought it; climbing trees, leaping from high ledges, and drinking random liquids to see if she could survive it. She called herself a hero for withstanding the worlds treachery. Crafted a makeshift logo for her shirts in seventh grade to make it seem real.

I thought it was nonsense.

“I’m flying, Venessa!” She exclaimed. “I can finally see the moon!”

“You can see the moon from down here!” I plead and take a step forward, reaching for her. As if I could save her with my own hands. “Please. Don’t move! Adam is coming to get you!”

Cressida’a face contorts to a scowl. “Adam?” She spits. “That good for nothing ex of yours?”

My lips thin.

Adam was my longest relationship. Two years to be exact, all lovey-dovey as couples should be. Until he cheated on me with an ex friend of mine in college, Penelope. I couldn’t eat for months.

“Cressida,” I hiss sharply, “Just let him help you down this once.”

It was all I want. For her to be in my arms again, where it was safe.

It was all fun and games until someone got hurt.

“I’m not going to be saved my some asshole ex of yours!” She bellowed. “I’d sooner eat maggots for a month—“

Cressida slips and lands upon the concrete with a snap.

My face blanches.

I think Cressida died.