I stood at the top of the cliff, the wind racing against my back, willing me to go over. Seemingly miles below me, waves crashed against the rocks, spraying salty water up the cliff. I clenched the letter in my hand with every fiber in my being. It was the only thing I had left besides memories. My dress whirled around me like a hurricane, dangerously close to just flying away, leaving me naked and vulnerable. But that didn't matter here, nobody ever went here except for those that never went back home. They weren't watching me now, they were all part of the sea.
It wasn't the first time I had stood here with nothing to live for. No, the first time was long ago, before I even met her. The first time, I was only ten years old.