I see her standing at the edge. She’s so beautiful like this, in her flowing white dress and long black hair in the wind. She turns and looks at me, a deep sadness in her eyes, an incurable pain that no amount of love could heal.
And I let her go, I let her hand slip out of mine.
And finally she is at peace.
How does it feel to be known for the chances you’ve wasted? How does it feel to belong to nothing and no one? His words echoed in my mind.
My arm still hurt from where he burned me.
I don’t need you, or anybody.
All I need are those ten seconds of pure exhilaration between this cliff and the choppy ocean below me.