Don't own GW.
In life, there is always an edge, an edge between love and hate, a fine line between genius and insanity. At some point in all our lives, we find ourselves standing at the brink, safety on one side, a long plunge into fear, hatred, pain, death, and the unknown. For some people, the edge is only in their mind or conscience, for others, it is real, and for one trouble young man, it is a bluff overlooking the Peacecraft estate in the Sanq Kingdom. For him it's…
One Last Night on the Edge
One step, maybe two.
The wind carried winter's razor bladed cold before it and tossed the boy's brown hair before it like a phantom kitten.
The boy took a step and his dead Prussian eyes glimmered in the moonlight.
One step for sure now.
He looked down and saw the brown earth, stark white in the ghostly light of the full moon, steeply dropping down towards a picturesque pine forest.
How long to find the body?
A day?
Two?
What about the girl?
She's got a country to run, too much to worry about.
What about the colonies?
The war is over, they don't need me.
No one needs me.
She needs you.
The boy took a half step back, seeing her face rising before him, her eyes pleading with him to stay.
She was gone.
The boy regained his lost ground.
Were there rocks below those trees? Or would the trees themselves do the job?
You're avoiding the question.
Shut up.
She needs you.
The boy shook his head again, angrily this time.
I'm just a distraction, everything she hates.
She doesn't hate you.
Shut up.
She needs you.
Shut up!
She loves you.
I said shut up! Shut the fuck up!
She loves you.
No one loves me! I'm just a tool.
She does.
Another gust of wind swept past, this one bringing snow laden clouds across the valley.
Decide all ready.
Shut up.
You sound miserable. Just go back.
Just. Shut. Up.
Just one step.
Are you going to take it or not? It'd be a pity to end up dying of hypothermia.
The boy wavered, tears now streaming down his face as he silently regarded the frigid night.
He raised his foot.
Wavered again.
No one loves me.
She loves you.
I know.
The boy took a step back.
Then another.
He turned.
The boy walked away.
It began to snow.
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