I'm dying.

Today we had a party in which we celebrated that my dad had finally finished his new offices for his new business.
Business people, family, workers, everyone was there. I felt a bit alone, but oh, of course I was smiling.
At 8am, I woke up with my mother yelling at my side, saying how "late we were" and that it would be my fault if we would arrive lately to the party. I stood silently, smiling.
Played a bit with my cousins, show everyone the huge paintings I had done for my father's office, hugged grandma, almost fell in the stairs because it was the first time I was wearing high heels. Even there, I kept smiling.
Later on, it was getting colder and colder. I saw that people started to go, the place was feeling lonely, and so was I. My smile begun to vanish.
At night, my parents and some of the workers that were at the party went inside my father's office so the cold air wouldn't affect them. I stayed outside, watching the new moon rising. Still, quiet. Lonely.
I called my best friend later because she'd had a bad day and I wanted to make her happy at least a sec.
When I was talking to her, I went to the border of the upper terrace and looked down,
"It's a nice view from here." I told her. She kept laughing.
"You know, if I felt from here, what would happen?"
She stopped laughing, a long silence came along.
"Well, I think many people would be sad, including me. I don't know what I would do without you."
"Hm. Well. I've gotta go. I love you."
I hung up. I stood at the border of the terrace. I took a deep breath. I jumped.