"Let go," Natasha spoke ever so softly.
"No," I cried, "please no."
"It's ok."

Natasha smiled so subtly as she pushed off the side of the cliff forcing my hand to lose grip of hers.

All I could do was watch. Watch my best friend, one of the first people who ever believed in me fall. I looked down to see her lifeless sprawled at the bottom of the long drop. A small pool of blood surrounding her head. There was a big flash in the sky. Next thing I knew I was sitting in a lake. My hand clenched.

The stone.

It was in my hand. She was gone. Before I knew it tears fell down my cheeks. They were warm. Natasha wasn't coming back. Her sacrifice wouldn't be forgotten. I will make sure it's not.