Jumping would work
.The police would find me tomorrow.
It’d be messy,but better than living in pain.

Nathan’s voice was trembling.
“Emily Harper!”
“Old folks say if your affairs aren’t settled,you’ll suffer in hell.Do you want that?
Hell?Worse than living?
Are you listening?
I snapped back,sitting on the roof’s edge,teasing,“You’re delaying my rebirth.”

His footsteps quickened,his voice roaring,“I don’t owe anyone favors.I took your money,so I’m responsible.I don’t owe anything to a ghost.”
His voice sounded close.
I turned and saw a man in a crisp white shirt, with messy hair and sweat on his brow
,standing at the rooftop door.

He stared with his hand outstretched
“Come back,okay?Whatever you wantI’ll take you with me” I sat on the edge, and my phone echoed his voice, reminding me that someone cares, Emily. You’re not that bad
On impulse,I reached out.
He grabbed me and pulled me down
.We crashed onto the rooftop.
My head hit his chest,and he grunted.
I started to apologize,but he laughed.
“Good…I made it.”
Exhausted,we lay there.
Nathan noticed the blood on my wrist, paused, and then tied a butterfly knot with the bandage, without any disgust
“I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“I don’t want to go.I’m broke.”
The Harpers cut me off.My last savings went to Nathan.
He patted my head gently
.“You don’t pay.”
Fearing I’d try again,he held my hand tightly.
On the way,I asked,“Nathan, are you going to collect my body?”
He stopped without looking back, but his voice was clear
“I will. But I don’t want to collect a living person’s body
.So please…keep living.”
I followed him to the hospital.
Not for anything else,but because everyone else wanted me dead
,he reached out,begging me to live.
I’m petty—I remember those who’re kind to me.
Nathan was too good.
I couldn’t bear to die.