[ WP ] You have decided to end your life . You go to the Golden Gate Bridge and jump off . The second you hit the water , you wake up .

I held her picture close to me and still remembered her words. “ I don ’ t like girls, ” she said, “ I only make out with them when I ’ m drunk. Sorry. ” 
 
 It was foolish of me to ever think that there could be something between us. She was the first girl I ever loved. 
 
 Jillian… 
 
 I unfolded the picture. My arm was around her and we were both smiling in our bathing suits. The moment I touched her tan skin, I knew that there was something more than friendship. But I guess it was just me… 
 
 I tore the picture in half and let it fall a long way down. 
 
 “ I ’ m sorry, but I can ’ t live without you… ” I whispered. Then I let myself fall. The water rushing towards me. I embraced my watery grave as it hit me with a sharp impact that threw me back hard. 
 
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 “ Hey, baby, you okay? ” she asked. 
 
 I opened my eyes and looked around. Had it all been a dream? What was going on? 
 
 “ Delilah, are you okay? ” she asked again. 
 
 I turned to see Jillian. Her hair darker than it used to be and in a glamorous pixie cut. She seemed older than I remembered. 
 
 “ Jill…? What are you? ” I asked. 
 
 “ Shh, babe, it was only a bad dream. Go back to sleep, my love. ” 
 
 “ But…what ’ s going on? ” 
 
 “ What do you mean? Honey, get some sleep. Richie ’ s wedding is tomorrow. ” 
 
 “ Who? ” 
 
 “ Richie? My brother? You know, formerly my sister June? Marrying his fiancé Victor? ” 
 
 “ Oh, uh…I guess I forgot… ” I had no idea what was going on. Did I just have a dream? Or was I dreaming now? 
 
 “ Remember our wedding? ” Jillian laughed. 
 
 *No, I don ’ t. * “ Yes, of course, ” I replied, “ I guess I ’ m just tired. ” 
 
 “ We had matching dresses, just like I wanted, and pink flowers everywhere! Oh, it was beautiful! ” 
 
 *Pink flowers? * Matching *dresses? That doesn ’ t sound like me…* 
 
 Suddenly, something jumped up on the bed. I gasped. 
 
 “ Calm down, Del, it ’ s just our cat, Miss Prissy. ” 
 
 I glanced down at the cat. It was disgusting. I hated cats. “ Miss Prissy ’ s ” long white hair got everywhere. Jillian picked her up and began speaking to her in a babyish tone. 
 
 “ Oh, Del, ” she said, “ aren ’ t you glad we got Miss Prissy instead of that big dumb yellow lab you wanted? ” 
 
 Yellow labs were my favorite kind of dog. What the hell was this nightmare? 
 
 “ I have good news, pumpkin! ” she said. I couldn ’ t tell if she was talking to me or the cat. “ I was going to wait to tell you this, but I got a procedure and it took! ” 
 
 “ What? ” *Oh, God, please, no! * 
 
 “ I ’ m pregnant! I know you were hesitant before, but it ’ s going to be great! If it ’ s a girl, I ’ m going to enter her in pageants, just like me! She ’ ll be a little model! ” 
 
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 I woke up gasping and anxiously looking around. In front of me, my laptop glows. I read the words “ I just can ’ t live without her. There ’ s nothing to live for anymore. Goodbye. ” I quickly deleted them. 
 
 I sighed and reclined back in my chair. Suddenly, my phone buzzes. 
 
 I open a text from a girl name Mel who sits next to me in history. 
 
 *I heard about what happened with Jillian. If you want to talk about it, I was rejected by my first lesbian crush, too. Maybe we could have lunch? If you want…* 
 
 I smiled a little as I read the words. I replied. 
 
 *Do you like cats or dogs? * 

