The car ride to the cliff was actually mildly calming believe it or not. Part of that might actually be due to the fact that Nicolas refused to ride in the car with me. He insisted that his motorcycle would get stolen (in all fairness, it probably would have. The neighborhood is really rough). Usually on a car ride to certain death I would bump some middle school-esque music, to help me remember my roots, and take myself back to a time when I actually wanted to die, but on this car ride the radio was strangely silent.
No Panic! at the Disco to be found here.
What I was doing instead was questioning if I really wanted to be throwing myself off a cliff at 1:00 PM in the afternoon on a Sunday. For fucks sake, Sunday was the Lord's day. Now are we really supposed to be dying on the Lord's day? Pretty sure that's a sin or something.
But then again, I did say that I would do so, and I wasn't about to chicken out of what was basically a larger version of a dare. I mean Anne of Green Gables walked across a roof on a dare and when she fell and got injured, her future husband helped her. Maybe if I jump off this cliff as a dare, my actual true love will be waiting at the bottom.
But that's probably just a pipe dream huh.
Throwing myself out of the car after coming to a screeching halt on the side of the road, and maybe accidentally crashing into a tree, I threw up a little in the back of my mouth. I can't believe I'm about to do this. Hearing a motorcycle screech up behind me, I started running, sprinting really, into the woods. Of course I was out of breath in about 2.3 seconds but it was a good effort, right?
I didn't even need to look behind me to know that Nicolas was in hot pursuit. God, I really do not want to be talking to this man minutes before I die. He'd probably just do something dumb like talk me out of it, or apologize and after I've done all the work of driving to the park to jump off the cliff too. Not a speck of respect to be found, readers, absolutely none.
Fortunately, I've been coming to this cliff since I was a little girl when I would look off the edge and my dad would specifically tell me not to fall off the edge (sorry Dad!), so I knew the lay of the land much better than Nicolas ever would. Due to this innate knowledge of the forest, I only tripped over three logs and walked into one tree. That's practically a record!
Stumbling less than usual, I make it to the cliff finally, and turn around to face Nicolas as he is jogging out of the tree line. I am slightly out of breath but mostly happy that I was able to beat him.
"Okaaaayyyyyy..." He stretched the word out, stopping about 10 yards away from me and stuffing his hands into his pockets. "So you've walked yourself to the edge of a cliff and you're gonna do what now?"
"Jump off the fucking edge," I replied calmly. After all, isn't that what I told him I was going to do in the first place?
"Bullshit." He called in a singsong voice.
"I know what you are, but what am I?" I sang back. Childish I know, but I am about to just off a damn cliff, I can do whatever the hell I want.
"The most beautiful person on the planet." He replied. "And I don't deserve you. Now please come back." Why did his voice get soft all of a sudden? See this is why I didn't want to talk to him on the hike up here, I knew he would pull some bullshit like this.
"Flattery will get you nowhere!" I yelled defiantly.
"I'm not trying to get anywhere," He casually replied, his hands stuffed in his pockets. "It's you I want to move." This is ridiculous. I am trying to go for maximum drama here, and he's actually trying to reconcile? Unbelievable, he should have done that months ago.
Suddenly I was angry again. "How's this for moving me," I said, taking a step back. Now I was approximately three feet from the edge and kind of having second thoughts. But fuck me if I was anything but stubborn. I would jump off ten cliffs before admitting that I was too chicken to jump off this one.
He didn't seem too worried, so, deepening my scowl, I moved another step closer to the edge. One and a half feet now. He seemed to be getting anxious now. Good. That bastard deserves every moment of the worry. But still no apology, no more speaking, and he didn't even bother to walk towards me. Well, I guess I'm walking off a cliff today.
"Well, Mr. Mafia Man, I guess you've made your choice. Have a sucky life I guess." Now I'm on the legit edge. The next step I'm going to take will be my last. All this drama is getting kind of boring, my adrenaline rush is wearing off so if I don't do this now I will never do it. I am hoping that he will just turn around and leave so then I can fake my own death and not actually have to jump off this fucking cliff.
Then, finally, might I add, Mr. Mafia Man decides to try and console me out of it, but does a sucky job of doing so, as per usual. "Look, I didn't mean to make you upset." Eyebrow up. "Okay, maybe I did, but that's not important right now." Eyebrows rise further. "And forcing you to live in such a crappy apartment was not my goal." Look! Now my eyebrows are twinning, and I am insulted to boot! "Walking off this cliff would be the stupidest decision you've ever made." Was he not in the car when I drove it into the tree not fifteen minutes ago? At this point my eyebrows had achieved maximum altitude. The height of these eyebrows were astronomical, if you will.
"I can see you're still being stupid," He sighs. Oh look, I guess Mr. Mafia Man isn't cut out for apologies or speeches. How pathetic. He's supposed to be some big leader of the Russian Mafia and he can't even apologize to a woman he has hurt. Something deep inside my chest twangs with a dull pain, and my throat starts getting choked up.
All of a sudden Nicolas starts stalking towards me, and my edge. I subconsciously close my eyes, bracing myself for a slap to the face or a verbal berating that never comes.
"What do you want from me?" He asks, suddenly chills again. "I want to make you happy, but I don't know how, goddamn it." His voice was thick with emotion by the end of the sentence but the words were quiet because, while I wasn't looking, he had joined me on the edge. His breath fanned my lips and my hands unconsciously gripped his black trench coat. I closed my eyes and breathed in, catching the unmistakable scent of his cologne. I wanted to close the gap between us so badly that it hurt.
God I was going to miss this level of sexual tension in the afterlife.
"All I ever wanted was an apology, Nicolas. Just an apology." I gave him one last chance to say something. To be fair I wanted much, much more from him, but an apology would help for now. A bandaid on a bullet hole, if you will.
I waited but nothing came. Smiling, I looked up at him, and released my hold on his coat. I took one last look at the world around me, finally reconciling with the fact that I was about to jump off of a cliff because of my own stupidity. Birds were chirping, and it was a breezy day so I wasn't too hot or too cold. Pity, I would have actually enjoyed this weather if Mr. Mafia Man here hadn't decided that it would be an excellent day to purchase a motorcycle from the rough side of town.
"Well, it's been real Mr. Mafia Man. Catch you on the flip side."
And, ever so slightly tipping back, I let myself fall.
Word Count: 1454 words
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Hmm, I was going to make this chapter slightly longer, but it just felt right to make it short and sweet.
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Romance(Contains some Strong Language) "What do you want from me?" He asks, suddenly chill again. "I want to make you happy, but I don't know how, goddamn it." His voice is thick with emotion by the end of the sentence but the words were quiet because, whi...
