He stared down into the water below. It was churning; frothy white hitting up against the jagged rocks, telling him this way was the easiest. The water was darker in this spot, a quiet navy instead of the busy aqua that it was out on the beach. He always had liked the color blue.

The earth crumbled beneath his feet, falling to its death on the rocks below. Into the ocean it went, to be carried out to sea. It was free now; no longer it had to worry about holding up the weight upon it, or sticking to the other pieces of earth. It could float in the water for all of eternity.

He'd had enough of the pressure. He didn't want to deal with the looks the others were giving him. They knew his secrets. They knew his weaknesses. He had seen himself pushed to his limits, and he had broken. It felt like the entire ocean was pushing on his shoulders. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move. All he could do was watch as he slowly faded away.

Charlie moved closer to the edge, and jumped.