What Was She Thinking When She Leapt?

Half a month ago, a girl at my school died by suicide. She jumped from the classroom building, becoming a name on a black-and-white obituary.

Half a month later, I came back here and met another girl. She stood beyond the railing, seeming to have put life and death behind her. Only later did I understand: at that moment, she stood at the edge of the world, with an abyss beneath her feet.

She stood where the girl had jumped and asked me: What was that girl thinking when she leapt?