“I don’t know about this.” Maisie looks uncomfortable but follows me nevertheless.

We pick our way through the worn trail, littered with uneven rocks. “I do. I want this.”

I’m ready now. I wasn’t ready, before, but now I understand that I have to do it.

The trampled dirt gives way to craggy ground and the drop off comes into view. A stab of uncertainty hits me for the first time. But I push it down, because I’m doing this. I’m doing this for my sister.

Maisie looks over at me with a steady gaze. “You’re sure?”

I meet her eyes, and it’s the only answer that we need. We’re doing it together.

I grab my sister’s hand and pull her towards the cliff edge with me. She nods slowly in my direction. Then we jump.

And we fall. Together. My stomach drops out of my body, raging instincts try desperately to reverse time, to throw me back on top of that cliff.

But I did it.

The past few months that have been like hell will never hurt me again.

I did it.

The crying, the condolences, the funeral. They will never have mattered.

I did it.

In the split second that I am still alive, I leave behind the day that my sister died.