The Girl on the Brink of Broken Boulevard.
She stood on the edge on the precipice, swaying gently. Her scratched and chipped glass slippers were discarded a few feet away from her, speckled with mud and rain. The sky was black, despite that fact that it was still four in the afternoon, and the deep purple clouds swirled above her head, threatening… waiting. The elegant twist that her hair was once styled in had come loose and long wisps of her hair whisked around her face, stinging her cheeks. She gently nudged the very edge of the cliff with her bare toe, and watched with empty eyes as the ground came away beneath her foot. The loose pebbles tumbled down the cliff face, and disappeared to the never ending blackness beneath.
Her blue dress was torn and tattered at the hem, giving a glimpse of her bony ankles and the deep cuts that decorated them. In her right hand, she held a bloody letter opener made of brass and fashioned like a feather. She gripped it so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Surprisingly, the blue of her dress was just as vibrant as when it was newly made, except for the odd mud stain here and there. The wind seemed to whisper things, threaten her. Silent tears ran down her face, although she portrayed no emotion in her expression. Her plump lips were chapped and dry, and a long bruise lined her jaw.
Flashes of memories whirled around in her head. She could hardly focus on them now, not when she was so close to freedom. A person materialised beside her, stepping out from the vault of memories to taunt her. It was a woman. Her face was contorted into pure rage, and it marred her otherwise pleasant features. In her hand she held a weapon of sorts. She raised her hand to strike the young woman before her. The girl squeezed her eyes shut and her hands trembled. The angry woman slowly faded to nothing.
The girl's whole body started to shake and she fell to her knees in a moment of weakness. A sob erupted from her chest. She cradled her face in her hands, rocking back and forth. A clap of thunder startled the young woman, making her jump. She slowly collected herself and raised herself up to standing.
She glanced over the edge of the precipice and smiled at the certain death that waited for her. She swayed back for a moment and then swung forward again, flinging her body over the edge.
Just as she felt her feet come off the ground. She heard a voice. His voice called out to her and beckoned her. Her heart leapt and she panicked, realising that there was no going back now. His loud, heavy footsteps ran towards her. She could plainly hear the panic in his cries. Her lips twitched in an almost-smile.
Gravity caught up with her and pulled her body down, faster and faster. The young prince didn't hesitate in leaping after her, and they shared a moment of serenity as he caught her in mid-air, before they both plunged down into the black waters, safe in each other's arms.
The End.