"It's okay. Just remember the rules. You can talk to her again." I trusted her. My girlfriend committed suicide 2 months ago, bullied for being lesbian. I thought I was enough. I guess not.
I went to the bridge at night, and set the Oujia board up. I circled the triangle around, saying, "Are you there?" It went to, "Yes." I was so happy.
"Why'd you do it? Why'd you leave?" I waited. Then it spelled out, "Because, you didn't love me." Then, "And, it's not Tessa." I felt a shove, and I fell over the railing.