Dustin Laurence

Caerulea

I remember how violently my hands were shaking. Others had jumped. Dad had told me about them. I remember he said most of them were suicides, and the way his mouth twisted strangely when he said it, almost as if there existed no countenance to express the emotion he was feeling. There were others too though, Yarrow, who jumped with intent to survive. You are my daughter. I know you will be okay.