I sit carelessly on the edge, overlooking all I’ve ever know. The forest where I learned to hunt, the river where I learned to swim, and the mountains where I learned to become a man. The sun is setting now and I fear it may be my last. I clench my side trying to maintain pressure as the blood pours out. Father always told me to avoid this side of the mountain, I guess now I know why. Why must the most important lessons be the hardest to learn? I should be scared, I should be running down this mountain to reach my father before it’s too late, and yet, an eerie calmness has fallen over me. As the setting sun falls from the sky, I look down below and wish they all knew how much I loved them. As the light fades from the sky, I lean to edge. I’ve always wanted to know how it felt to fly.