The air hung thick with the scent of rain and despair. Anya stood on the edge of the cliff, the wind whipping her hair around her face. Below, the city lights twinkled like distant stars, a stark contrast to the darkness that consumed her. She clutched a worn photograph in her hand, a picture of her younger self, smiling brightly. It felt like a lifetime ago.
"I didn't kill anyone," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the roar of the wind. "But do you know who killed me?"
She closed her eyes, the image of Ethan's kind face flashing before her. He had tried to help her, to save her, but even his compassion couldn't reach the depths of her despair. She had been alone, lost in a labyrinth of pain, and no one had been able to find her.
Anya took a deep breath, the cold air stinging her lungs. She looked down at the city below, a vast expanse of concrete and steel, and felt a strange sense of peace wash over her. It was time to end the pain, to silence the voices that had haunted her for so long.
With a final, heartbreaking sigh, she stepped off the edge.
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BEYOND THE SCARS
Short StoryThe story follows a young woman named Anya, who is relentlessly bullied at her university. Anya is struggling with depression, but keeps it a secret, silently enduring the torment. She finds solace in a kind and compassionate student named Ethan...
