That. Was. So. Sad.

You definitely captured the reality of dialogue, but I felt like no effort at all went into this piece. You just wrote whatever came to mind, never mind refining the language, and killed off your characters because you could. This was just painfully pointless, dreadfully depressing, and ... well, as soon as I finished it I wondered WHY I had read it. That's not a good feeling to have at the end of a piece.

I found this intriguing. The title is almost a cruel irony, since trust is what makes the character who drank the poison die. Or does he? It left me wondering: Does he jump off with her or just watch her fall? Is it really poison? A nice cliffhanger -- keeps the reader thinking.

I found the style you portrayed this in interesting, but not necessarily the most effective way you could have communicated this. I would have liked to know more than just the dialogue. Not necessarily the backstory -- I like the way it cuts in at the critical moment of lives we know nothing about -- but I think more description of what the characters are thinking, feeling, seeing, and hearing wouldn't have gone amiss. It would have helped the reader to get inside the characters' heads to better understand the story, the motivations, and what the heck was going on.

Overall, you did a very nice job. 

I like how you didn't explicitly say what happens at the end: maybe they jump, or maybe they don't. Maybe she jumps, but he doesn't, or maybe she pushes him... It really had me thinking.

Loved it, but the one thing it's lacking is the motive. I know that sounds like a crime show, but I don't understand why the narrator's friend (?) wanted to kill her.