I Didn't Meet Her Until the Day She Died.

I didn't meet her until the day she died. She was a pretty woman, I think. Definitely one I could see myself with, you know, if she had had more time.

She came into the coffee shop that day, late in the afternoon. I can't quite remember what she ordered, but it wasn't anything complicated. I like to think that maybe that was indicative of her personality. Uncomplicated. A simple person with simple tastes who took life day by day. Of course that could have been the complete opposite of her. I mean, she did jump off a bridge.

All I remember of her, really is the way her chocolate colored hair flowed down her back and she looked so intently at me with her blue eyes...or were they green? It was all so fleeting, I mean, she was only even in the shop for an hour. She sat in the corner to read the last chapters of the book she had on her. I could tell because the left side was full of pages and the right side was almost done with. Yeah, she sat there for a bit, I think. I didn't even notice when she left, she was so quiet. And it wasn't like I was watching her, she was just a customer, right?

I would have completely forgotten about her, to be honest, if I didn't see her face on the news that night. "Suicide Jumper Caught on Camera" was the headline the breaking news gave her. They wouldn't show the clip, of course, so they popped up a picture of her that looked like it was taken in 1998. No more recent photos were found, so I guess she didn't have a Facebook. Or friends or family.

It was so weird, though. She didn't look like the type that didn't have friends. I mean, she was clean and wore nice clothes. Well, nice-ish. I think. They didn't stand out or anything, so I figure she was normal. Her hair was normal, too. Not in that old photo, though. She had one of those crazy 90's teased-out updos. Is that all that people are going to remember her for?