Her hair blew in the wind like waves of black smoke rolling off her head. His hand shook slightly as he held the gun to her temple. The rocks gave way gently as they walked toward the cliff’s edge. Nearly-silent sobs escaped her mouth and her eyes were blinded by the swelling tears. Sirens wailed, a gun shot rang out, and she ran as fast as she could toward the path he led her down.

She heard his painful grumbles and foot steps sneaking swiftly behind her. Soon enough, she heard a man in front of her calling her name. His voice was familiar and comforting. She pushed herself harder to escape into his arms.