I stood and watched the waves crash into the rocks at the bottom of the cliff. It had been a very long day. Ever since Merla left him he hadn't been himself. He'd been doing things like forgetting to feed himself, take care of his snake, and sometimes he even forgot about his own kids. I had been letting the kids have a 'sleep over' at my house recently because I was worried. I told the kids that he was sick and would get better soon but I knew this sickness. I also knew it took a long time to get over. I was new to the Cirque but this 'sickness' I was not new to. Evra was suffering a broken heart. I checked up on him every day but it didn't seem to be helping. I seem to actually be making it worse. Every day he just lays on his bed and won't move. It makes me want to cry. When he had Merla he was always smiling and laughing and playing with his kids. But now, I have to hold him up just to make him eat the few bites I can make him take every day. Evra's depression all started about two months ago. Evra had been relying on Merla a lot to help him get through Shancus's death. She had told me that it was weighing her down. That he wasn't the happy, sweet guy she had fallen in love with. I tried to explain to her that everyone goes through hard times, but she wouldn't listen. A few weeks after that she filed for divorce and got it. She left the Cirque and went somewhere to, as she said, "start fresh." She left behind her ex-husband, her children, and her friends at the Cirque. Evra had tried to be happy, for both his friend Darren and his children. But both could see right through him. Eventually Darren had to leave because his duties as a vampire prince called him back. After that he slowly stopped trying to seem happy. He stopped performing, doing his chores around camp, taking care of his snake, taking care of himself, taking care of his children, and eventually he became a shell. Trapped inside of himself. If you looked into his eyes you could see the pain that just grew each day. The pain that I was making worse. Evra Von was, no, still is my friend. A friend that I can't do anything to help or protect. A friend who's pain I am making worse. I would have just left, but not many places would harbor a girl who could breathe underwater. So I decided that I would just have to leave for good. That was why I was here on this cliff. So that the sea could take back the grotesque thing it created. If no one else would have me, maybe my spirit would find rest at sea. And with that, I stepped off.