Dark Rain

Ineffable Death

I breathed in the silky air. It was oh-so-freeing. The rain fell upon my head, flowing down the roots of my hair like a creek after a heavy pour. The drops soaked my bangs, causing water to seep into the corners of my eyes and stream down my cheeks; forcing me to cry.

I walked closer to the edge gripping my hands onto the curved part of the railing. My fingers glided across, side to side trying to find something to grip onto.

I took in another breath of air as I tilted my head up to the gray painting. This was it, my final moments. "Is this all I'm worth? What will I be known for?" I questioned myself a few times. These questions might've been more useful than when I was still borderline drowning, but now I've almost hit the bottom of the ocean. These questions are silly to me, just nonsense now.

I pushed my fingers into the heel of each of my shoes, slowly slipping them off. I placed them next to each other on the ground beside me. I could feel the wetness of the pavement consume the fabric of my socks. It was cold and inflicted a small form of pain on the arch of my foot.

I slowly lifted my leg over the rail being careful to not lose my balance. Then behind that leg came the other now having both cold feet lay upon the small cliff leaving a small bit of my heel exposed to the drop. My hands were still gripped to the pole of the rail. Water seeped between the webs of my fingers.

I titled my head, my chin following close behind. My nose pointed to the heavens. I could feel my grip loosen and my balance give out. There was no turning back now, the more I leaned back my chance of escape lessened.

My cold hair flew through the wind, gliding across my face. There was no difference between my tears and rain anymore, they intertwined like two dancers on a stage.

I let go of the railing. I felt my fingers slip away from the warmth of life. My body arched forward in an instinct to grab onto something but my mind was desperately fighting against it.

I could already feel my soul leaving my body. Every living or thought of hope left my suffering vessel behind.

"Wait!" an angelic voice called out from the foggy abyss. A smooth grip tangled my wrist. It had a warmth to its touch. Euphoric feelings were felt throughout my body.