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The girl walked up slowly to the edge of the cliff, as if she was really questioning herself if she should take the leap. But there was no trace of worry on her plain face, the look on her face almost looked peaceful. How strange, were would anyone find peace in a moment like this? I studied her for a quick second. She had very pale skin. Maybe even pale enough to look like a vampire, but her fragile body made it impossible. There were dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't slept for weeks, her eyes were a dark chocolate brown, but they were dull, lifeless. Her dark hair tangled in the wind around her heart shaped face. The dark waves waited for her below like Parana's waiting to snap, they thrashed loudly against each other fighting for which one was going to get the first bite. The girls eyes never once flittered to the water, was she that oblivious to it? Could she not hear the loud waves fighting over her life? Could she not see the dark trap that was happily waiting for her? I knew humans were stupid, but could they be this stupid? But the girl didn't look stupid she just looked oblivious, oblivious to all the wrong things. She caressed the edge of the cliff with the tip of her toes, as if she were teasing the waves bellow. Her eyes closed for a couple seconds and she looked very deep in thought, and suddenly she jumped. She let out a scream as she flew through the air, but it was not a scream of panic or fear. And as her fragile body plunged into the water the waves almost started to calm with the sudden splash but as if the waves had been planning this, A few seconds passed and they roared to life again pulling at her, dragging her under easily, it wasn't much of a fight against the fragile human. The waves tugged at her, and she tried to swim against them at first but then so easily she gave up. Why was she giving up? Was she really trying to kill herself? I could have done it just as easily for her. She let the waves drag her under, pulling her toward the rocky bottom. I knew in just a matter of moments she would drown, some kind of emotion ran through my body then, making me want to go out and save the girl. It must have been guilt. But why save her? She looked like she wanted this, she didn't even fight. She was so lucky to be able to die this way, to be able to die at all. If this is what she wanted, why should I take it away from her? I got up anyway and ran down to the waves in half a second, and without even a second thought I dove into the water looking for the fragile human.