It may sound silly, but she had always thought that the sea hushed itself at night, so that the creatures around it may sleep. Yet here the girl stood, listening to the water roar and scream its demands. Yelling such desperate things, "Feed me." it cried "It's been ages, I'm starving."
The grass beneath her feet crunched, it's dead brown stems whispered to her sad childish wants, it asked her to stay with her. Another step forward and the small leaves cried out louder than before: "Please stay with us! Don't leave!" The girl closed her eyes, the wind that had been battering her began to soften. Slowly giving up on the idea that hitting her in attempt to push her back would prevail. The wind's pleads for her to stop were no match for the gluttonous howls of the ocean, and eventually the loud whistles and fierce blows mitigated to the coo of a motherly figure and a soft embrace.
Another step.
Another petition from the dying sod.
Another roar, beckoning her to come closer.
She was inches away from falling down the cliff into the anticipating waves, another step meant her demise. The breeze picked up to a gust, rattling the grass so that both earth and air said in unison, not the pleas that the girl had expected, but a negligible "I'll miss you".
"I was nothing but a ghost in this world, a thought, a daydream. I was never a person, too afraid to do anything that would deter me from a corpse." She took off her silver locket and laid it on a patch of earth free from vegetation, the single garnet in the middle gleamed now, even in this darkness. It could always find light to shine in, oh how the girl envied it. "Anybody else in this world could give you what I have, and they could give you it so much better."
"You promised not to leave me!" A voice without body exclaimed. It seemed to come from all around her, filled with anger. When the next wave hit the side of the precipice it didn't yell, but cackled instead.
"The girl who made that promise has been dead for years." Such spiteful words, such spiteful words shouldn't be spoken to a friend. She knew that. Shame washed over her like the spray of ocean water washed over the rock. There really was no humanity left in her.
She wasn't god like she had grown up believing.
She wasn't human like others had told her she was.
She was a cadaver, and she was ready to be cut open by the stones that awaited her below the water's passionately frothing surface.
She lept into the air, no fear struck her, no regret made her cry out or scream. She knew what she was doing, she knew the consequences, she knew that this is what she wants. Head first, arms out, she embraced the death like an old friend.
She thought she heard the voice again, the voice of the old friend she had made that promise to. This time however, it wasn't filled with fire and lightning, but with calm rain and soft gray clouds. She could have sworn she heard the voice say "I still love you, remember that." Before light went dark, all was nothing, and she was no more.
