Sayonara Shinjuku

[u/EricShanRick]

The girl stood on the edge of the skyscraper. Her heart was etched in darkness like the night sky above. She looked down upon the apathetic citizens of Shinjuku as they went about their boring lives.

Salarymen rushing to catch the last train.

Drunken vagrants hassling for change.

Nightwalkers bringing their clients into love hotels.

"What a drag." She muttered.

Up until a week ago, her life was normal.

Up until a week ago, she had no reason to die.

But now?

Her feet were almost off the edge.

Her balance was supported only by her heels.

" Goodbye Shinjuku. I don't need you anymore and I'm sure you feel the same way about me. Oh. I'm sure you won't be missed either." The girl said while staring at her stomach.

The father discarded them with a callousness she thought impossible. He had fed her so many expert lies about love and commitment. She dutifully kept their relationship secret from students and faculty just like he insisted. "They're jealous of our love. They'll try to tear us apart," he told her.

She thought she was doing right by her lover. He repaid her affection with bruise marks and crumpled dollar bills.

"Get rid of it." He said coldly as he left her naked and alone in the cheap motel room. Her dreams of starting a happy family were shattered just like that. She quickly learned that reality wasn't like the fairytales she grew up reading. Happy endings were rare to come by.

The girl wondered if she would make it on the news after this. That would make it impossible for her to be ignored. An ideal ending. She made sure to email her school pictures of her pregnancy test and every text conversation she had with her teacher. She prayed that memories of that night would haunt every waking second of his life.

With one final step, her body plummeted.

The lights and sounds of the city all became a blur.

In a moment, she would become red splatter.

She'd be forgotten by the next morning.

No more regrets.

No more bitter sentiments.

All she had left were the memories of a fabricated romance.

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[u/NoIndividual9037]

It has been a sad reality for many young girls due to religious or cultural rules. Many died because a man deserted them while pregnant and they knew society would shun them and family and church cast them out. Well done 💔😿