Breathing hard, I run. My legs spread faster pushing off the ground. I need to get out of here. My legs scream at me to stop, to give up, but my brain forces me forwards. Sea salt burns my nose and the waves crash forcefully, angrily.

Sharp cliffs stretch across, looming up above me, trapping me in. Though, it’s not as if I would leave. Not today, maybe not even tonight. I don’t know if I even c...

I breathe in.

One.

I’m confident.

Two.

Death hasn’t shoved me into it’s dunguns. Not quite yet, at least.

Three

I swing up to the next small ledge, my fingers griping the small crevasse. It’s smooth, gliding down to the ground. Softly sloped. Gravity hasn’t pulled it down yet. Just like how when I’m out here, alone, just me and the mountains, the world hasn’t pulled me down.

Not yet.

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