One Heartbeat.
She stepped closer to the edge, the moon's light reflecting off the grey, clouded water.
She could feel her own heart beat racing in her chest. She could hear the whispers, tormenting her. She closed her eyes.
A lone tear rolled down her cheek landing softly on her lips, the fine drop absorbed into the skin of her lip, leaving only a salty residue. The night around her was still. City lights glistered behind her. The pain was all too much to bare.
Someone whispered her name.
Slowly she opened her eyes. They were empty. Once they'd been so full of life. Now nothing.
She slowly turned to face him.
His whole body was so pale and lifeless, his face so sad. Something reflected off his face. A tear. Many tears. He was crying, crying for her. He pleaded for her not to do it.
Then he was gone in a heart beat.
She faced the water once more. Realising that he was never actually there. Only her imagination.
They had gotten worse. Her heart was ripping. Her fault. It was all her fault. He was dead.
She looked at her surroundings. Darkness. Silence. No one. Nothing.
She raised the black object to her head. Her grip tight. She whispered something,
"I'm sorry."
Then all she could feel was the icy water. Then nothing. She fell into the clouded, murky, water below. All she could see was darkness. The darkness became an overwhelming wall of nothing. She slowly sank to the bottom, her feet pulling her down like lead.
She knew nothing, except now that it didn't hurt anymore.