Elsa’s POV
I perched at the edge of the cliff, the sharp rocks biting through the thin soles of my shoes, my legs drawn close to my chest as if I could hold myself together just by shrinking into myself, and I let the wind sweep through my hair, tangling it around my face like a veil, hiding me from the world, hiding me from the consequences of everything I had done, everything I had failed to prevent, everything I had caused. My mind was a storm, a chaotic jumble of memories and guilt, a long, bitter replay of every choice that had led me here, to the edge of what I had once thought was the end, and I wondered if perhaps it could have been, if perhaps the world would have been better off without me, if I could have erased the pain I had caused, the people I had endangered, the trust I ha
