The wind wails it same sad plea, for those who took the plunge off suicide peak. It begs for someone to come and save these poor restless souls, for it can only standby as these souls disintegrate.
As she falls, she feels all her troubles fade away, she let go of fear, and just let her self be. In those seconds, which felt like hours, she just was. She was just herself, nothing more, nothing less. No one asked her to be this when she was really that.
It wasn't expected that there was hidden soul wanting to escape from the shell of a girl who already was.
It was like she was a little girl again. She was an innocent, conjuring up hopes and dreams and living in a false.
And then slowly time seems to stop. She hits the ground with a thud and you can almost hear her despair as the crowd settles and quiets. And now the show is over; for a demon has fallen today, taking with it beauty and love.
