A/N: Review! I'm rather proud of this one, actually.
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Drabble #3: Cliff's Edge
Standing at the edge of a precipice and staring down in to the yawning nothing was not as wonderfully breathtaking and mind blowing as he would have expected. There was no exhilaration, no rush of adrenaline. Instead, he actually felt rather…scared.
Him, scared. Ridiculous. Fear was not an emotion that he knew how to feel. But there it was, and it felt new and raw, eating him from inside out.
Was this what they called the point of no return? It was either down, suicide, or stay where you are and rot. Damned if you do and damned if you don't.
He had to start somewhere.
Taking a deep breath, he prepared to leap into insanity when a soft but strong hand caught his wrist and pulled him back.
Your place is here, the beautiful, ethereal voice whispered, and he could practically touch the cherry blossoms that he could hear and smell floating around him, fluttering in a wind that he knew was not there.
His eyes opened, and met the crystal clear green eyes of the girl gazing down at his face. In his head, a smooth and beautiful green valley replaced the grey and craggy rocks of the cliff.
My place is here.
