Here I am standing on the railing of the bridge that crosses over the river near my house. 'Eve?' I hear him. Then I see him. He is wearing his favourite jumper, his hair tousled, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. I lean back hoping for the sweet release of death, hoping that everything will leave, the memories disappear. That is all O ever wanted. But I stop. It isn't that I want to die. I want to live. I want to forget everything and fly, I want to go on adventures across the world, I want to be free from everything that is pulling me down. I want to fly with the birds, pollinate with the bees, swim with the fish, weave with the spider. I want to be able to be me.
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