The fallen, the gone.

He fell, he’s gone.

He fell on purpose and he died.

He didn’t fall, he jumped and he did it because of me.

I tried to stop him, but he couldn’t take it. He left me.

We broke up the fortnight before; he grew steadily worse and worse before throwing himself off the bridge.

My fault.

Entirely my fault.

He’s fallen. He’s gone.

The fallen, the gone.