Her words keep replaying in my head, over and over again. The words seem sharper each time I replay them, cutting into me like knives. I reach a hand up and grab the next ledge while shaking my head to rid my thoughts of her. But how could I?

I ignore my racing mind and try to concentrate

on my feet finding the small, rough edges and pushing myself further up the mountain. I take a deep breath in and a feeling of tranquility washes over me. Up here, all alone, I feel free.

“Stop pushing me away!”

Stop it. Stop thinking about her.

“Just listen to me!”

No. This is my moment of peace. She will not ruin it.

“Why can’t you just trust me?!”

Pressure builds up inside of me as her voice echos in my head.

“I’m done putting up with your shit!”

My head pounds and I reach up to grab it. A moment too late I realize what I’ve done. And then I’m falling. Down, down, down. A scream erupts from my throat as I flail my arms and legs, trying to grab hold of a ledge. It’s no use.

Her words play through my head one last time: “I’m gonna leave, and you will die alone. No one will be there to mourn you.”

I guess she was right. Because here I am, plummeting to my death, truly and forever alone.