I bent down over the cliff side, screaming and shouting but the words were simply ripped out of my mouth by the howling wind. My already-tangled hair whipped around my head. The horizontal rain slammed against my chest like bullets.

I stretched a hand out the person far below, halfway down the cliff, clutching a ledge for dear life (literally), but it was no use; he was much too far away. In desperation I glanced up at Bertie, standing next to me with his arms folded.

“No,” he said firmly in response to my look.

“Oh, come on, don’t be so freaking stubborn!!!” I exclaimed angrily. “It’s your fault!”

He shook his head in defiance. I swore, and refocused my gaze back downwards, down the cliff.

He wasn’t there.

The person had finally fallen.

I sobbed. “I can’t believe you! It’s all your fault, couldn’t you have been nice to him? No, you simply had to be mean. Now look what’s happened!”

He shouldn’t have been so cruel; he should have shaken the mans hand