This story can only be found bundled with the Erotic Novella “Flirt”
Jessica had stood at the edge of the tower now for well over an hour, and her mind was a mass of conflicting messages. She’d just lost her husband to cancer, and the thought of going on without him didn’t even seem an option. She knew in that second that she was going to step off the edge, had it not been for the voice behind her.
”Please don’t,” it said.
She didn’t turn, but she did stop long enough to respond.
”This is what I want, I just know he’s waiting for me,” she said, feeling a tear running down her cheek.
”If he loved you, and I’m sure he did, he wouldn’t want you to do this. Life is too precious, and I know what I’m talking about, because I’ve been where you are now,” he said.
”How can you go on, if everything you ever loved has gone?” said Jessica, looking over the edge.
”You pick up the pieces, and you brave the storm. It isn’t easy, I should know, but with friends and family behind you, you can be happy again,” he said, sounding a little nearer.
Jessica turned her head, and looked him in the eyes. She always did that with new people, for she believed the eyes were the key to a person’s soul. She liked what she saw they reminded her of her friend’s eyes a friend she trusted.
”Did you lose your wife?” she said, believing that they had something in common.
”Yes, she died from leukemia, and a bit of me died with her that day,” he said, swallowing hard.
”How did you stop yourself, from ending it all?” said Jessica, knowing she could sympathize.
”I had a letter it was a letter she made me promise not to open, until after her death. She’d given me it two months before she actually died, so when I stood on the edge of my chosen building, I’d forgotten about it. I remembered just in time, and felt I had to read it before I stepped off that roof. It simply said, “If you love me, as I know you do, you will carry on, and remember me with all your heart. I love you, and always will.”
Jessica couldn’t stop the flow of tears, it was the words ‘I love you,’ that did it, for they were the last words her husband had spoken to her. She felt a sudden sadness for this stranger, and felt a need to talk a little while longer.
”It’s hard to let go isn’t it?” she said, after catching her breath.
”It is, and even though I did eventually come down from my roof, it was another two hours before I made that decision. There isn’t a day goes by that I don’t think of my wife, but I’ve always believed I will get to see her again one day.”
”I believe that about my husband, but I don’t want to wait,” said Jessica.
”Could I ask you your name?” he said, making her stop to think.
”Jessica,” she said, quietly.
”Jessica, my name is Peter and I would appreciate being able to talk with you before you decide anything,” he said, sitting down where he’d stood.
Jessica turned around, and sat on the edge. She felt this man had something in common with her, and deserved a few minutes of her time.
”I can talk for a while, but I’ve made my decision. I’m glad you honored your wife’s last wish, but I don’t think I can be that strong,” she said, putting her head down.
Peter looked at her face, and watched the tears running down her cheeks. He knew that feeling, and he knew how hard it was to think positively about any kind of future.
”You’ve got to ask yourself Jessica, would he want you to end your life? Or would he want you to find happiness again, and move on? I suspect the later of the two, for if he truly loved you, he wouldn’t want to see you come to harm.”