I stood at the edge. My hair floated behind me like a black cloak protecting me from evil. Today the wind blew fierce, chilling me to the bone. Yet, I didn’t shiver in fear. I didn’t shrink back from the edge. I embraced it. The waves crashed into the rocks below. The jagged rocks of despair. I could not feel lonely here. Here was my destiny. I belonged here among the broken edges.

I rocked forward. The wind carried me to my tip toes. I could feel the freedom within my grasp. I was a heartbeat away. All I had to do was let go. Let go and embrace the chance. The risk. To take it in. For the moment and just be myself. I wanted this more than anything. I just wanted to be with him one last time before he was no more than a whisper. I wanted it to be real.

This was the only way.

I took a deep breath. The salt water spray burned my nose, stung my eyes, but I didn’t look away from the horizon. The edge of eternity hovered within my reach. Reminded me of why I came here. The darkness rolling in would be my salvation. It would carry me away when I didn’t think it was possible. At my back, the sun burned bright. The struggle between good and evil. And I was in the middle. I would always been stuck. I had to take charge of my future.

I stood at the edge. Looking out.

My heart was timed to the crashing of waves. With each moment, my heart grew heavier. A gust of wind blew over the cliff and carried me closer. Closer to flying. I wanted wings. I wanted to fly. I wanted that freedom. For just once in my life.

I didn’t think.

I didn’t look.

I was airborne.

The way the wind fluttered through the long layers of my dress made me feel like I was floating. The breath in my lungs was nonexistent. The black oblivion swallowed me whole and pushed me further down.

And I embraced the darkness. It was my soul. It was my guiding light.

It was my eternity. With him.

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