The wind blew her hair as she stood on the edge again.
"Why again," she questioned, ginger hair flowing in the blissful winds. "Why me?" she questioned once again, brushing her finger tips together. Distant waves smashed alongside one another, tearing at their masses of water, leaving an uproar of water shooting into the skies. Iris stared, turquoise eyes locked onto the very tides beneath her. L...
