You sit at the edge of the cliff, feet dangling off the edge and a piece of fabric in your hands. No bigger than your palm, the rag was split into four colors: lavender purple, dark blue, bright red and lime green.
A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you recall the significance of the pretty cloth. Your friends… Boyfriend, brother, and fellow nerd.
The cloth is crumbled as you tighten your grip, and you think you feel your eyes stinging a little.
It wasn't long ago that the four of you were together, playing a game and thinking you could actually win. Sometimes you think about visiting them, telling them all about the new world the trolls have created, how different things are and could be.
But this isn't SBURB, and there aren't any dream bubbles. There is only those who are alive, with no room for anyone without a heartbeat.
Closing your eyes, you kiss the cloth lightly and stand up. The cliff was high up above the ocean, and you imagine a volcanic island surrounded by the sea.
You take a deep breath and open your eyes again, watching below as birds circle one another, calling out. Your hand reached out over the drop and you feel the cloth slip beneath your fingers. It flutters downwards slowly, eventually becoming overwhelmed by the crashing waves.
Your chest tightens as you turn tour back on the cliff and starting picking your way back towards the others.
It's nice to remember who you used to love, but you needed to make room for new relationships .
You needed to let them go.
