My feet were dangling in mid air. One wrong move and I'd fall to my death. So strange it is how I've become close enough to death that it doesn't scare me anymore.
My hands had red imprints of tiny rubble and pebbles. I threw a stone and listened to its sound colliding with the water. I couldn't hear it; it was a really high cliff.
I wondered if it would be easier if I jump. Or if it would be fair.
Fair to whom you may ask? I don't know either.
To my family, maybe? To mom, or Aiden?
To Thomas?
No, it won't be.
Just a couple weeks ago, I've been near death.
Just a few weeks ago, I've been here, in this same place, scared of falling to my death.
Now, not so much.
Strange it is, how the fear of death became the fear of losing Thomas.
As if prompted, I heard the familiar sound of wh
