It’s hard to remember the first time I saw the lady on the tower.

It was nighttime, for sure. The bedroom in our apartment has a sliding glass door that opens to a balcony. Sometimes I'll get out of bed, go to the balcony, and calm my nerves.

That particular night, as I took in the sights of the city at midnight, I saw something peculiar.

A towering high-rise building a few blocks down. Standing at the edge of its roof was a woman, her long hair waving in the wind. She was looking right at me.

Before I could process, she stepped off the building.

Jesus!

My eyes trailed her on her descent down, but she vanished before she hit the ground.

I was sure I didn't hallucinate this - it felt too real.

Completely wigged out, I forced myself to bed. In the morning, I'd check out the scene to confirm if a suicide took place.

Next morning, I walked by the high-rise on my commute to work. Huh. Didn't seem like anything had happened. No reports of a suicide on the news either.

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Weeks later, I went out to the balcony again at night. As my eyes scanned the city, I once again saw the woman atop the tower. She stayed a bit longer this time before plummeting down.

I'm not a superstitious person. I think that nothing matters, and that when we die, we die, so this event started getting to me.

Similarly, I noticed something strange with my girlfriend. Ever since I started seeing the lady on the tower, she started to seem a bit down. Depressed. I noticed a distance developing between us. I'm not a perfect boyfriend, I know I can be intense, but I try. She'd dodge questions about anything being wrong, and started spending more and more time at work.

I saw the woman a few times after. Each time - clothes I couldn't make out, face I couldn't make out, just long hair waving in the wind before she'd plunge thirty stories and then disappear before impact.

Then, last night, I was awoken by the door to our apartment slamming shut. I was half-awake when I shouted my girlfriend's name, but it was too late. She'd already left.

I approached the balcony to see if I could catch where she was going. Weird - the sliding door was already open.

As I stepped out onto the balcony, I felt my foot brush up against something. It was a note. It was my girlfriend's writing, and it read: "I know what you did."

I looked up, and there was the lady on the tower again. This time, with something familiar about her. A yellow scarf. The same yellow scarf my ex-girlfriend wore the last time we hung out together. We'd had a pretty brutal argument that lead to me deciding to end things.

It was interesting to see all her parts together again.

She brought me down with her this time.