Voices in my head (Michael clifford)

//seven//

Today I went to the bridge and Anastasia wasn't there.

At first I thought that maybe she was just running late, but I became very anxious.

We had been doing this for a while now and I have never missed being there.

I still stayed.

Listening to bullet, dangling my feet over the edge.

The voices were telling me to. They were telling me to stand on the ledge and let the wind take me.

So that's exactly what I did.