I sat on a smooth rock, barely visible in the faint moonlight. The wind caressed my body and ran its gentle fingers through my hair while whistling a mournful tune that pulled at something indefinable inside me. The water flirted with my bare feet.
I tried to gain some semblance of control over the thoughts running through my head and failed. So I remained seated, waiting.
Finally, I was too tired to think.
“I can’t do this anymore.” I whispered.
Slowly, I walked into the water till the cold spread from the tip of my toes to my throat.
Feeling happy for the first time in what felt like a very long time, I turned around for a final look at the world I had once belonged in.
I yelled out a final goodbye before leaving it all behind.
