She couldn't refuse to smile when she saw his face.
She was addicted to him.
"Never leave me" she said a night in May 1997.
"Never leave me" was his answer.
She promised.
He didn't.
* * *
She was alright with that.
Was it then her fault, what happened just a few weeks later?
She hadn't made him promise.
She liked to think it was her fault.
It was better to blame herself than to have no one to blame.
She knew whose fault it really was.
But nevertheless, it was hers.
The others said she was wrong.
He would never care about a promise from a young man to his girl.
He, who never could feel love, didn't know about the pain he had caused her.
How she felt ripped apart, lonely, abandoned.
The grief were more painful than she could stand.
She took a step towards the cliff.
He hadn't promised, but she had.
She would keep her promise, and be reunited with him.
The waves beat against the cliff, several hundred feet down.
On step, and she would be in his arms again.
One step.
It was much easier than she thought it would be.
One step, and then just fall, fall, fall...