(TW/CW for suic1de and a kinda graphic description)

The wind blows my hair. I’m standing on the edge again. Who knows how long it’s been since I was last here. The time passed so slowly it felt like an eternity. The long itchy grass strokes my jeans and the sea spray throws needles onto my face. The wind is cold, blowing inland, and spells of salt. It is quite refreshing. When I look down, the jagged rocks look comfortable. The sea crashes onto the rough edges and the clawed cliffs in the most mesmerising ways. I look back up towards the sky, and I hope she isn’t watching. Though, the sky is so dark I doubt she would be able to see me — a tiny speck on the sandy cliff. I will see her soon because I am much braver this time. I was a coward last time and I went home, but now, I will fly. I will soar high above the clouds and into the sun, and we will be together once more. I have missed her greatly: all of her odd little habits, her beautiful short hair. I pray she will be happy to see me, and we shall warmly embrace each other like we used to. I started to panic, but it was too late. The fall seemed to last longer than it should’ve. But not long after my feet left the sand and I spread my wings, my flight came to an end. It was not as painful as I expected. The rocks acted as swords, cracking my ribs with the most satisfying crack. My head crashed onto another rock and I was able to see the birds achieving what I failed to, circling above my body as it was presented as a gift to the waves.

I will see her soon.