Her slim bare legs swung off the side of the tower.
A bathrobe was all she was wearing.
A white long bathrobe of soft silk that danced elegantly in the wind and was tied tight around her waist.
Her mind was blank, yet a hundred thoughts raced through it.
Her heart was heavy with mixed emotions.
Longing; she never felt a stronger need to be with her friends until they left.
Loneliness; she was the only one left.
Guilt; she could have died and their lives would have been spared.
Regret; there was so much she hadn't told them.
So much she never could.
'Goodbye' being one of them.
A tear raced to the edge of her eye,
It held on to her lashes
Before falling down from a great height,
And dropping to the cold sea below
And mixing with the tides,
Never to be seen again.
She wanted to do the same,
And end her pain.