The wind blows my hair. I’m standing on the edge again. One more step and I’ll fall into the crashing waves below. Somehow, this place is the most peaceful to me right now. _Mom used to love it here. _The thought makes me want to cry. I miss her. The woman who held me when I hurt but also never stopped pushing me to be better.

Her disappearance two years ago rocked my whole world. I had no one to take care of me but a long lost relative I’d never met before. At only 16 I was too young to take care of if myself, but after turning 18 a few months ago and graduating shortly after, I moved back into the house. My real home is gone now though. Now I stand on the cliffs overlooking the ocean a few miles away from the house. Phantoms dance in the wind, their laughter weaving through my thoughts. One step…it would be easy. But life isn’t meant to be easy. So instead I turn away from the past and think about what I want to do tomorrow.