I looked down at the edge of the waterfall it was tall with rocks at the bottom me and my friends used to hang out here but now it was just me and my best friend. I grabbed their hand and looked over the edge. They gave me a small smile with tears in their eyes and we jumped.
I stood up seeing the bloody body's that used to be me and my friend. It was a sad sight but it came with so much relief. I said out loud "can't believe it came to this" and a voice said "let's go" I looked over my shoulder seeing my best friend also looking down at the bloody body's slowly being dragged down the small creek but getting stuck on rocks. They looked like themself still just lighter? Maybe that's not the right word. We both walked out of the small stream into the woods surrounding the waterfall.
I always felt so tense walking through these woods when we were younger, I guess scared of getting caught because we weren't technically supposed to be hanging out here especially not alone. But all of that stress was gone. I looked around at the pretty wild flowers and huge trees all around us. You never notice the true beauty of something until it's all you have left. It was cold out but in a early spring way. I couldn't feel the slight stinging on my fingers anymore from the cold. Any pain was gone, physically, mentally..any pain just gone.
We both started walking the path we always used to. We didn't talk much because we didn't have to we just understood what each-other was feeling and thinking it wasn't needed. We just walked sometimes stopping to watch some animals who definitely noticed us but didn't run like we were threatening human beings. We eventually came to the old stone house in the woods. Well I guess you can't really call it a house it was more like a stone wall covered in moss that probably used to be a house at some point. We stopped and both just kind of looked around at the years of graffiti underneath the moss blanket. Some done by us as kids. We both sat down on the rocks where we always used to and just looked at each other for a moment. This feeling that we didn't have to talk about but we knew we were both feeling was grief for our old selves.
