Tears spilled down my cheeks, a never ending flow, each margining into the next before falling to the ground. The tears were not from the harsh wind ripping into my face; they were tears of loss. Tears for him. My son. I had lost him; Fate had snatched him from me, cold fingers dragging him away until he had been but a corpse, cold, pale and white.
If he had to die, I would die with him. I was alone in this world. No one would care when life left me, and I would be reunited with my son. I would welcome death with open arms. Death would be better than living with this unbearable pain, a dagger digging into my heart.
I took a deep breath, walking slowly forwards through the eerie graveyard in front of me. I passed tombstones with faded lettering; I could barely decipher the names etched into them. I passed stone carvings, watching over the dead. Soon they would watch over me, like they watched over my son as I made my way to join him.
A cold mist hung above the graveyard, still and hazy. Thin tendrils of fog surrounded one grave in particular; a tiny, unmarked grave. The grave that held my son. I bent down, gently touching the stone and gazing at it, wishing I could see my son for one last time before I left this life. But I could not bear to see him as a corpse, gaunt with sunken eyes and a face as pale as a ghost's. I would keep the memories of his life; they would give me the strength to end my own.
Straightening up, my fingers grazed his grave for one last time. For a moment I stared at it, willing it to open and reveal my son, alive and well. But that would never happen. He was gone, and could never come back. But I could go to him. I would go to him.
As more tears streamed down my face, I left his grace, moving in a dreamlike trance to the other side of the graveyard. I strained my ears as the wind dropped; I could hear waves crashing against the base of the cliffs. I could hear my death.
Time seemed to slow down for me, but the cliff was too close. I reached it too soon; I had to stop. Was I making the right choice? Doubt filled me; then I remembered my son. I couldn't live without him. An image of him broke into my mind as a thin ray of sunlight burst through the clouds, causing the waves to sparkle I broke into a run, my feet pounding on the rocky cliff. I stumbled many ties, cutting my hands and legs, but I did not care. Blood trickled from the cuts, staining my hands.
I could see the sea, the waves crashing against the jagged rocks, sending spray soaring into the air. One second I was running towards the spray; the next it was pouring around me. My feet left the ground as I flung myself into the air.
I shrieked as I tumbled down the cliff face, but my cry was pitifully weak against the roaring noises of the elements. The sea rushed up to greet me; the cliff was a blur as I flew down it until, with a splash, I hit the waves with such force I couldn't breathe. Darkness rushed around my; I was only dimly aware of my clothes floating around me, dragging me down, and the waves hurling me against the murderous rocks. Blackness had overtaken me as I slowly drifted into realms of dreams from which I should never wake up.