It was grey, and cold, her kind of weather. The rain rejuvenated her lungs as she inhaled deeply, the panic slowly starting to subside. The rich forest reflected in her equally emerald eyes, as she stood on the edge. Literally, she was on the edge of a cliff.
As her foggy mind finally seemed to recognize this statement, she blinked in confusion. She was smack dab inches from an extremely long freefall. However, the most disturbing part wasn't that she had no recollection of the events leading up to this most unfortunate circumstance, it was that a small part of her wanted to take that final step. It wanted to end it, wanted to be free.
Oh, how the frigid air would feel as it enveloped her body. Her dark locks stretching in the unrelenting breeze. Her pale lips parting open in one last breath, before her demise became unmistakably clear. And into the dark fathoms of the water below, she would sink, eyes fixed unwaveringly on the starry night. Like Excalibur, this lethal weapon would only be distinguished as a legend, as a myth. But they would soon forget, all of them. Because, that is what people do, that is what they have to do to cope, to survive.
"Unfortunately, I was not granted that luxury; I remember everything," she whispered, gaze fixed straight ahead. And with that final manifesto, the young woman advanced a calculated inch forward, not making a single unnecessary movement, as if conserving her energy for her death.
It was just like she had imagined, yet so much more. She didn't feel frightened, nor sad, to be completely honest, she didn't feel much at all. Halfway through her descent her frail body had twisted so that she could glimpse the lonesome moon for the final time.
As the first droplet grazed her skin, she involuntarily gasped, as her eyelids instinctively shut. She had been expecting cold, icy water that would numb her, until there was nothing left to be numb from. Instead, what was bestowed upon her was quite the opposite. It was as if her surroundings had morphed into her own personal hell. Every single bead of the horrible substance felt like molten lava, on her thin skin.
She nearly dislodged her jaw, when she opened her mouth to scream. A scream that would never come. Because, despite all that had happened, the night remained as silent and as calm as a sleeping mountain. The lower she sank, the farther she became from that frigid sky, and she knew she would never gaze upon it again.
It was as if her heavy heart accelerated the rate in which she was swallowed into her own volcano. But the saddest thing of all was that, she has never made any move to struggle through her all her endeavor. The sight was so horrendous, but one couldn't look away, it was awe-inspiring.
And with that she was gone forever. Lost below the crashing waves, never to be found again. No one left to tell her story… except for maybe… me. But that knowledge did come with a price. As I saw that brave woman go so willingly to her end, a part of my soul forever died. A part that I will never get back. Her pain lives within me now, and I will make the world suffer, I will make them feel it too.
And with that, the shadowy figure on the beach, shot off into the air, cape billowing in the moonlight, and vengeance on its breath. The cursed night finally rejoiced in its wake, dreading its inevitable return.
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