Waterfall

He left this world without me. Now I'm stuck in this lonely, empty place without him. It's cold and frighting. Why did he have to leave so soon? Why couldn't I come with? I just don't understand anymore. I loved him more than anything, and he was taken away. His burned away body was all that was left of him. I saw him. His body was colored charcoal. All I could do was stare at him and think of the future we could've had.

His family had seem to forgotten all about him, and I still remain with all the memories and pain of losing him. If we hadn't gone to war, this would've never happened. Why did it have to be him to go? The morning the soldier brought me the letter to say that he had past, I locked myself in the room we called "ours" and never left. His family came by saying things like "He was a good man, but you have to let it go, Emily," and "Please come out of the house for a while, please?" 

How could anyone recover from this? They all are just selfish. No one understands me. I haven't been out of this room since April of last year, and I don't want to come out any time soon. Besides I get food from his family, so it's alright. I'm perfectly healthy but there is a place that I always wanted to go to, and I find it very pretty. Maybe I could step out for a bit. I hope into my car and start driving to the pretty place in the world: Niagara Falls.
I arrive to Niagara Falls, and I see many people leaning on the poles. Looking down the bottom of the falls. I follow the people's lead and watched the graceful, misty waters fade as they drift off the edge. I couldn't help but wonder what it's like to flow down with the waterfall. Curiosity burned throughout my mind.

I don't know what it was, but I walked past all the attractions and ended up in the waters flowing downstream. I let the natural flow of the waters drift me towards the edge. I continue going, until I was finally at the point of no return. I sliced through the cool, falling water with the breeze flowing through my hair and face. I looked down into the oblivion. Close to the edge, I close my eyes and I gasp for breath. Many people gazed in awe and pointed as they saw me plunging to the ground, but I didn't care. The exhilarating feeling made me feel as if I was flying. This had all come to an end, when my eyes open to see a flash of sharps, rugged rocks. Then all I saw was darkness. I felt all this weight that had been dropped on my shoulders just float off, and I saw it drift away. Where is he? I can't find him. I thought I would be able to see him. I went through this journey just to see him. I just want to touch his hand. I want to hear his voice whisper in my ear. Just one more time.