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Drop.

September 26, 2012
By LiederMadchen ELITE, Aurora, Oregon
LiederMadchen ELITE, Aurora, Oregon
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Favorite Quote:
For, I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Loved I not honour more.
-- Richard Lovelace, quoted often by Baroness Emmuska Orczy in The Scarlet Pimpernel


It pounded in my blood. The sound of water against rocks. It was a vicious drumbeat that drew me closer to the edge.

Will I jump?

Will I fall?

Will the water pull me in?

These thoughts circled with dizzying speed as I touched the railing.

Did I want to go?

The spray caressed me as I leaned forward, looking into the raging abyss. It would be so easy, so simple. The water demanded it. I would be free. No more pain. There would be peace. If only I gave in. I was over the edge, then. I closed my eyes. And felt a drop of rain land on my nose. It tickled, and I smiled. My hands relaxed and my feet slipped. I could have let myself fall, but I didn't. I held on. I laughed. Something had made me smile, and I couldn't give up on that.


The author's comments:
There was a prompt on Figment for stories set near or in water, and many of the stories ended with someone killing themselves. This made me mad, so I wrote Drop, a story about suicide and hope.

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