WARNING! SENSITIVE TOPIC AHEAD!
He looked down the cliff. It was windy, the bottom was decorated with jagged rocks and a swift river.
He looked up at the sky. It was a brilliant prussian shade, with tons of shimmering specks that made the night look a different kind of alluring.
The moon shone bright, calling for the lost souls to look to it and find purpose.
But to him, the moon was a guide, beckoning him to rejoin his love.
He took a deep breath, and smiled through his tears...
And jumped.
