Tuesday, June 8, 2010

On the Edge

"You do this... You stand on ledges, waiting for someone to talk you down. Well I can't do it anymore! I can't beg... and plead... and cry... I won't do this. Not again. 

"Do it. Take that step off the ledge. See if I care. Because I'm done... with this. With you. I can't. I've had enough. You know my reasons for wanting you alive. It makes no difference, fine. Jump then. Die. But stop killing me."

She jumps.

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