Esmes hope
I am not that good to write fluent English so that it sounds right, but I have tried, and used a homepage to help. Now I hope that this sounds good, and is there anything I missed, please feel free to give me a message!
She looked over her shoulder. It was not just that she actually looked behind her, not just a gesture. She saw her life, all the parts she remembered, and smiled sadly. It was not much she would miss now. He was no longer there. She bet the lip, and tears began to flow at the thought of the boy. Her son did not get the tough life of more than a few days. His death was too much for her so that she could continue. She was broken. Not only scratched, or even half broken, but altogether of in the middle.
Behind her the forest width out to each side. No one would look for her, not now. In front of her there was only grass in a few meters, and then ... Nothing. The rock crashed down a steep precipice, and it was exactly where she wanted. She wanted away from all this. Out of nothing, or better still ... She felt some sort of crazy joy when she saw how she would topple headlong down to the sharp sand and the few rocks far down there. It was exactly what she wanted.
It was her only hope. Her only hope - a last leap. How ironic. But also very poetic.
She began to hurry forward to the cliffs edge, but slowed the last meters. Gradually she went closer. She looked only straight ahead. Perhaps, she should not look down, perhaps, she should just continue to stare at the sea's blue-gray waves, continue to go as if she did not knew that she could not go any further.
No, she must look. She wanted to see it, make sure that it really would come to an end when she took the step out.
It was steep. It was far to the ground. "There, that's just fine" she tried to declare herself while sweat broke out in the boiler. "You have chosen this" she continued to encourage herself. "There is nothing left to live for now. Only that last hope, then it's over "she whispered to herself.
Was it so? She drew a deep breath. Yes, it was. He was no more, and her son was no more. There was no one who needed her, and those she needed had left her. The only thing she could do now was to say goodbye. Just take a step out from a cliff. Then she would not feel anything at all. Esme breathed easier out. Nothing at all. She smiled. So nice.
Without to look around again she closed the eyes and took the final step.
A young woman.
How old?
Eighteen or twenty ... Hard to say.
Who is she?
Do not know ...
Nice dress she has on.
Yes ... But ...
Why does she cry?
Do not know ...
He did not, right?
No ...
What do you think she will do?
Do not say that ..!
She jumped.
So sad ...
Is there no chance that she ..?
Cliffs. Shallow seas, sharp rocks.
Oh, how sad.
Mm ...
She squandered her life ...
Yeah ...
What do we do now?
Do not know ...
Who was she?
Nobody knows.