I stood at the edge of the balcony and looked up at the unforgiving night sky with sore, wet eyes. The solemn indigo color reminded me of the dark eyes of a friend -of the kind of memory that crept up inside your soul and relentlessly asphyxiated your heart- and the tears welled up again, rolling down my face in hot, heavy masses. Like the rivulets of blood that spilled from his neck where he lay on the-
"No. I can't continue this cycle any longer." I pushed myself up over the edge and found solace in my bloody escape.