I ran.
Oh god, I ran for my life.
The wind rushed through my hair, my shoes melted around my feet from the burning sun, and all I could think about was landing the next step. Taking one more leap, one more breath. I had to survive. I need to make it. I need to stay alive. Everything around me has fallen apart, and all I need is for my next breath to come, so I know I'm not dead.
Run, leap, breathe, run, leap, breathe, scream, run, leap, scream, run, leap, breathe, stop.
Everything stopped.
The air felt thin, my chest ached, and my feet were numb. There was nothing in front of me, nowhere for me to run. I took a breath. Still alive. The ground shifted underneath me, and I peered over the edge. Nothing. Hundreds of feet down to pitch-black raging water. The wind seemed to taunt me, nudging me closer. It felt like a cold hand on my neck, whispering at me to jump.
Breathe. Still alive.
Something shifted. I took a step away from the ledge. For the first time, I turned around to see what I was running from.
Nothing.
There was nothing there, but my own shadow, and the footsteps I left behind.
I traced my steps. One step back, breathe, step, breathe, step, breathe. Pain ebbed through my chest. I looked forward once more.
The ledge-
It's gone.
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