In 2016, I wrote this on my cell phone:
She sat on the cliff next to him as he stared out into the valley below. They both sat in perfect silence. She turned her gaze to him. His expression was that of sorrow; a type of sorrow that had weighed every step he took here. His eyes watered as the cold bit his face. He turned his eyes to the sky.
Three years.
Three years he has come to this very spot to talk to her. Some days he brought flowers while other days a flask. Today was different. There was no words. His green eyes seemed to have faded over time while his hair followed suit.
He left out a heavy sigh and put his hands in his face. She wish she could say something. Anything. But no words came.
“It was all my fault” he whispered, “I should have never left you here.”
He slowly stood up; she did the same. “I will never leave you again.” His voice cracked.
He jumped.
As he fell the fear and sorrow lifted as he felt her hand hold his. His touch longed for hers and he knew that it would be okay. He closed his eyes just before he hit the ground. His world went black.
Yet, his eyes opened. He was back on the edge. She stood in front of him just as he remembered her three years ago. They smiled as they embraced forever on that wind swept cliff… of Lover’s Leap.
