"I'm going to go insane here," He told me, in my ear, his hands held mine, locked together we dangled our feet off the edge of a crumbling cliff, the rocks tumbling down into the churning ocean.
I closed my eyes, waiting for it to end, for our fragile tower to finally collapse below us. I was ready to fall back into oblivion, it was the waiting. The waiting.
"It won't last long," I told him shakily, terror pumping through my veins. The stars, the moon, they were disappearing rapidly into the inky sky. It was coming. The rocks groaned below us, and a few more shook out from our weight, tumbling with abandon into their free fall. Soon the twilight would finally go out like a candle and we'd fall into darkness.
He turned my face to his, and kissed me hungrily.
And finally the stars blew out, and our leaning spire finally released us into the air. Spiraling, the air blew up against my body, filling every hollow, every crevice, I was filled with the sea and the salt and pure oxygen.
He let go of me instantly.
Maybe it wasn't anything to him, after all.
Psychopaths do not care about anyone, I remember thinking as the air whipped around my face, my hair tugging against my scalp, trying to escape, it whipped up behind me with a life of its own, like a flame flickering in the darkness.
I'd never be able to forget.
I felt water slap back against my eyelashes, the tears sliding up backwards into my eyes, I squeezed my eyes shut and released my body, letting the currents lash and twist my limbs around eachother limply, I tumbled into numbness.
You left me alone in the dark,
Like I always thought you would.
I always knew we had to give up,
But I never thought you'd let me go so soon.