" got a twenty inch blade god forgive me if i sin "
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A slight carelessness. Next all she could feel was the negative euphoria, the consequence of stumbling down the balcony. Heart thumping as if it would stop her veins from becoming a bloody mess. Lungs swollen up like over-filled ballon's. Her muscles went stiff - rigid - frozen. Bones pinching at every inch of skin they could find.
Catastrophe. Nothing could prevent her imminent thud on the ground. A fatal landing, strong enough to shut down the deepest reels of life. Colourful joy to dark nothingness, in mere milliseconds. To the onlookers stood below, the fall was a snapshot as they raced around panicking for help.
Yet her mind was calm. Calmer than it had ever been. Closing her eyes she thought about the bucket list they had, all the drunken messages, all the late night texts, all the times they fucked on his couch. All the betrayal and tears he brought her, all the pain and suffering she faced. All the memories they made. She thought until there was nothing left to think about, letting all emotion go like a football that's been overfilled for years just barely keeping its self together by that one thread. That one thread which kept everything inside her slowly eating her soul from within. The pain and suffering that was once feeding on her once cheerful and happy nature now turned dark and evil. The thread snapping releasing her from this torture, as a lone tear slips out. Her body filled with content as every muscle starts to relax, a weight lifted off her shoulders, her heart rate slowly down. She had finally reached the final stage of grief: acceptance.
The wind rushing past her face brought her back to reality. The sirens ringing in the background of the loud screams and shouts. Opening her eyes she embraced the murky grey tarmac of New York with a smile.
"I'm coming home"
