Her hair whipped around her face as she stood at the edge of the precipice, the gulls screaming above and the waves crashing below. There would be no turning back. This she knew.
She turned slowly and made her way back to the path that wound down to the beach. Her past was gone, the present was fading, the future...well, the future held nothing but the gray haziness of pain. There had been passion. Once upon time; but no longer.
He left her in her pain and her misery. When she needed him the most, he left, never coming back. She knew from the beginning that it wasn't going to last, but she tricked herself, deceived herself into believing that it would. She always told him that she wasn't hurting, that she was fine, that she would be okay. All he ever did was look into her blue eyes and tell her that she was lying.
She stopped reminiscing and looked over the beach. It was empty. Cold. Gray. Bitter. She stooped and picked a handful of the deep purple forget-me-nots that grew along the sand dunes and slowly tore them to shreds, their midnight petals trailing behind her footsteps, but even now, she couldn't cry. Not for him, not for herself, not for the hurt and pain she suffered. Never that.
She made her way to the little cave that was at the bottom of the cliff, here is where it would end. No more pain, no more suffering, no more numbness. Just blissful rest. Her final resting place, this little dark, damp cave. No one would ever find her. Here she could finally be at peace, have her solitude, forget about the sadness. She silently etched her epitaph into the cold gray stone of the cave wall that would become her casket. The steel biting into the stone roughly, soon, soon it would bite into the warmth of her body, draw the blood from her and then fade away into nothingness, its only task finished.
The crude words that made up her final farewell sketched across the wall You tried your best but you knew it would never last, and it never does. Soon the words were finished, she gripped the blade and suddenly sliced across her wrist. The sudden pain making her gasp, the only sound she had made the entire time.
She watched as the blood trickled down her fingers and dripped onto the stone. Amazing how something that looked so beautiful was shunned. Blood. The life of a soul. But there's always more than just being alive. She was alive, but she had never lived. Another slice, another gasp, rivulets splashing into the puddles beneath her feet, staining them red. This is the way she could forget her sadness.
Tears started to form, to roll down her face, mixing with the streams of blood on her arms. He always told her she should try crying, well, now she was. She blamed him. She had always been so strong, so independent, and he took that away from her. Yes, she had given it to him, but he had made her trust him and broke her and left her for dead. She sank to the floor of the cave, resting her head against the cool walls and let the tears flow. It would be the only time she ever cried.
A final cut down her arm, this one so much deeper than the others, so much more painful, but the pain was her release. Her vision was blurring and the last thing she saw before slipping away into that final, eternal rest, were the words that she had etched into her casket.