“Today you will find yourself getting backstabbed by someone you’d never expect.”

Fiete looks up from his morning newspaper. Ever since he’d learned to read, he followed his horoscope closely, placing nearly his entire fate into the hands of the local newspaper.

The one constant in his daily horoscope is that no matter what it may be, it always ends up happening in a different manner than he’d imagined. No matter how many he read, he could never guess what might happen that day.

Today, however, he was sure this would be simple; all he needed to do, after all, was stay by himself today. His house would be out of the question as he lives with two roommates, along with upstairs and downstairs neighbors.

The only place he knows will be completely void today was the Colombia River Gorge, it was a tourist attraction for years until the tragic death of a child pushed over the edge, it scared off just about everyone, except for Fiete, that is. He adapted it as a place to go out and think when things got to be too much, when he needed a break.

Fiete was always a sort of extreme person. He would follow through with something with no regard for any sort of consequences. He believed that what was meant to be was meant to be, and there was no stopping that.

As he approached the edge of the canyon, he saw a man standing there, one foot dangling off the edge of the steep cliff. The entire drive there, Fiete found himself paranoid and sweating bullets, avoiding any kind of contact with anyone. He’d gotten this far, and wasn’t about to give this man any sort of leverage.

Without hesitation, he pushed the man off the cliff, his screams reverberating off the walls as he plummeted into the rushing water below. Fiete almost wanted to feel bad for him, looking down as the man completely submerged beneath the surface of the water, but he isn’t given a second more to feel any sort of remorse as someone else pushed him from behind.

He tried to scream, but nothing came out as he pinwheeled in midair, catching a glimpse of the person that pushed him. It quite literally was him, one foot dangling off of the cliff as he looked down regretfully. As Fiete penetrates the surface of the water, he faintly hears the screams of the man above as he comes tumbling down the jagged rocks.