And at last she looked at me with her cold, tired eyes. And for once I could hear the shadows speak to me. It was faint at first, then grew louder and louder and louder. Until finally they were screaming my name, screaming to be let out, to be set free. Then, she turned away and leaned over the cement edge. She said a simple phrase, "Its sad, but its true; the earth will still turn with out you.". As she fell all I could do was stare, frozen, into the emptiness that was left. Then the shadows welcomed me into their arms and held me close. Cold yet inviting was this exsistance. I sat there on my knees, unable to shed a tear as I had just watched the love of my life be consumed by her own doubts and over-thought flaws of her body and mind. As she flung herself so gracefully into the night air to only be fretted by flying upwards, then falling into the darkness that we perceive as death. The sirens in the distance brought me to attention, as I stared at the cement edge where she had just stood minutes before. It was almost like a graceful ballet, the way I got up, and glided over to the edge and stared down into the street, filled with people and cars. All crowed around what looked like a small red and grey dot from way up high. I thought to myself, "forever and always." And flung myself into the night.
