" Jealous?!!" she countered, genuinely surprised. "Jealous? I'm not jealous" She looked to be rolling the thought over in her head. "Am I?" she quietl... added, almost to herself."Are you?" I finally, gently asked her. She continued to ponder."Maybe?" She said in a tiny voice. "Just a bit?" Oh please, don't be. Please don't be. I love you! I've always loved you." I told her emphatically. But I was speaking to my mother; of course I loved her. I began to realize though that I was also speaking to. The young lady that showed her the unit was called Winona and she had impressive boobs that probably convinced most male customers to sign on the dotted line without reading the small print. In a strange coincidence, they were both wearing the same designer jeans of an off-white denim with the reinforced crotch section that made her feel like she was being massaged by multiple fingers whenever she took a step. It must have had the same effect on Winona because she walked out onto the balcony. Blood gushes forth from the clean cut behind it. Mixed with pink foam as I gasp for air. I am on my feet again, stumbling forwards. Grasping the rock ledge and heaving myself over the edge. A moment of free-falling bliss before I am immersed in the cold water. Hurled away, down towards the valley. Rocks bruise my body. Water fills my lungs. I savour the taste of my lover’s fluids before a hard blow to the head relieves me of consciousness.I open my eyes, eagerly awaiting reunion with my. Obviously not.I've spent the past few days sobbing about it. I haven't told Derek about it yet, because I know that if I do, I'll start crying. But I need to tell him so bad. I need comfort. 'I'll do it after work,' I thought to myself.I couldn't stop myself from crying at work. My boss asked if I wanted the rest of the day off. I complied. After work I went home and decided that I should go for a run. I got my clothes together and did just that.I couldn't stop crying while running either. I.