Brianna looked beautiful. No, beautiful was an understatement. I watched as she walked down the aisle in the partially-destroyed church in a flowing white dress and a veil that covered her face. I watched as the girl I loved, and still do, said, "I do." And I watched as the groom, Jack, pushed back the veil and kissed her. But of course, I said nothing. I'm Dekka, what do you expect? I told her how I felt about her once and look how that turned out. She had long since forgiven me, but I didn't tell her how I still feel that way. It's too late now anyways. She's married now.
Brianna was the happiest I had ever seen her before, and as long as she was happy I was happy, but it didn't mean it didn't hurt. When the now 16 year old Jack picked her up bridal style, it felt like a
thousand knives in my heart.
I was glad he carried her out of the church when he did because I couldn't hold it in anymore. I ran the fastest I had ever run before, and finally broke down. Tears stung my eyes without my permission and the wind was whipping my face. I ran as far as I could manage, which just happened to be Clifftop, also known as the place of "Mary's Big Jump" as Howard named it. I sat down on the very edge of the cliff and stared down at the jagged rocks beneath me. This wasn't the first time I considered ending my own life here. But it was the first time I jumped.
