I dashed to the cliff edge, photo album in hand. Without thinking, I threw it off the cliff. Tears blurred my vision as I dropped to the ground. "Why...?" My voice was shaky and I felt weak. But it was for the best. I was starting a new life, a better one. A truck skidded to a halt behind me, creating a cloud of dust around. I slowly got to my feet, and took a small step backwards. I looked back at it, and felt a hot tear roll down my cheek and fall onto the shallow, gray dirt. I faced the sunset. The symbol of death. I could hear a familiar voice calling me, and I glanced back. I quickly removed my gaze from them. I bent my legs and... jumped.