After spending the rest of the week with Veronica, her thoughts never far from Sebastian, Jenny was starting to feel a little more relaxed. Veronica was kind, funny, and great to talk to. She kept their conversations casual. They both got their hair done on Friday morning, and Veronica had blue streaks weaved through her blonde curls, daring Jenny to do the same to her fiery red hair, but Jenny refused.
That night, on the anniversary of Jenny and Sebastian’s coincidental reunion a week ago after seven years of living in the same town yet never bumping into each other, Jenny said, after wondering since Monday if she would sound pathetic if she mentioned anything, “I cannot believe he has not even messaged me. Not even so much as a status update on Facebook.” She said too much. “Not that I’ve been obsessively checking, or anything.”
Veronica gave Jenny a sympathetic look. “Because that’s what he does. He breaks girls’ hearts.”
Jenny still wanted to defend Sebastian, even though Veronica was probably right, but as she placed her right foot on the dull piece of metal over a man hole in her path, her weight shifted a small crumb of concrete holding the metal plate precariously in place. Years of many feet had corroded the concrete lip holding the manhole covering. It was just Jenny’s luck that her foot dislodged the last piece of concrete entirely.
Jenny felt the metal sheet under her foot shift. Her arms swung wildly in the air around her as she tried in vain to grab onto something, anything that would stop her from falling.
She fell… and fell… and fell
Shock had frozen the scream in her throat.
The darkness became deeper and deeper, until there was only black.
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