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A shiver rose through my fragile spine as I bent my knees.
With a quick breath I jumped.
BPOV
A loud shriek flowed from my mouth as I felt something pull at my hips. My eyes were trained on the crashing waves that I was now being violently pulled away from. As I was being pulled away from the death I so truly wanted, time seemed to slow down. Unfortunately so did I. My body wouldn't move as fast as I wanted; I needed.
My death I worked for was being taken away from me. How could someone be so cruel?
Time changed from slow motion to real time in a flash. I crashed into the chest of the person who had grabbed me. Their arms were now encircling my waist and holding me tight.
I knew that I was still falling; just not in the direction I wanted to. Screams were still flowing from my then pale lips and into the air.
It took less time that I thought to land on the ground. My momentum made us hit the ground hard and most likely knocked the wind out of the person with their arms around me. I must have been in shock because I didn't move when we had finished falling. I didn't move as the person beneath me shifted and stood; arms still around me. I didn't move as I was lifted bridal style in strange arms.
What made me shift to my somewhat vegetative state was his face.
I thought I had really died. He looked like an angle, no, a god. Even with the look of sadness mixed with worry on his face.
But I knew I was alive. The blood was pounding in my head and I never felt the crunching of my bones which I was almost looking forward too.
He took me away from the cliff, much to my dismay. Not too far away were some trees where he set me down so my back could lean up against it. My legs were sprawled out and felt like jelly.
Even if he looked like a god; I still hated him. He took what I most wanted out of life; death.
I should have been dead; blood pouring from torn flesh and water dragging my body to and fro. I should have been in the darkness that is the afterlife. Dead; that's what I should be.
But instead of gathering my strength and running to the cliff so I could jump once more or yell at the top of my lungs at the man I considered a monster; I did the last thing I thought I would ever do. I cried.
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EPOV
I watched as the woman I saved from death broke into strangled sobs before me.
I was expecting to be yelled at or for her to try and escape. I was ready for almost everything. And the almost didn't include tears.
It hurt for me to see her cry. I acted on impulse to save her. It was almost as if I couldn't help myself. Her face was so blank it was almost as if I was watching a horror movie. She couldn't have possibly wanted to die. I just couldn't wrap my mind around it. Why would such a beautiful person like herself want to die?
I watched as the tears pour down her face, leaving a trail of salt in their path. I once again acted on impulse and brought my arms once more around her body.
She was cold as ice and not so hard to tell it was from being out in the cold for so long. Even in winter it still got cold. She stiffened and relaxed in my arms and buried her face into my shirt.
I didn't know her. She didn't know me. Maybe that was why she was being so close to me without fear. Why she didn't cower.
Some people did. They knew about me and that I had sent a kid to the hospital over something I can't even remember. All I know was I needed control of my temper.
My family and I moved here about a year ago to start fresh. I needed away from my old life in order to overcome my anger. I needed space to straighten my life out before it was too late.
My father Carlisle and my mother Esme along with my brother Emmett all took a dive for me and left their lives. Now in this small town of Forks we live like wall flowers. We don't talk to anyone, they don't talk to us. It was quite simple.
I just thought it was just another morning where I was going to go on another run. It took me by surprise first to see her standing at the edge. I just thought she was watching the sunrise. I didn't take it as much; until I saw her face. It was blank. Even more so than a fresh sheet of computer paper. I knew something was wrong.
I was going to pass it off but I saw her legs bend and it clicked; she was committing suicide.
I sprinted for her and as she leapt I grabbed her by the waist, making sure my footing was stable and I wouldn't follow her over the edge. I pulled her back and saved her. Or so I thought.
Her sobs still came even though a large sum of time had passed. I took my hand and rubbed circles into her back. Her life must be terrible. Suicide was a last resort.
I wanted to help her so badly. I wanted to take the pain away.
But does she even want help?
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