My Lonely... Vampire

In the middle of the woods, perched on a rock at the edge of a deep chasm, sat a despondent figure. He appeared oblivious to his surroundings until the sunrise captured his attention and a tear rolled down his cheek.

For a moment, the figure wept bitterly, then he rose to his feet, closed his eyes, and flung himself into the open arms of the abyss before him.
As he fell, the wind rushed past his face, whipping his hair back and causing his heart to race.

As he descended deeper into the chasm, he saw flashes of his past - the pain, the heartache, the regrets.

As he reached the bottom of the chasm, he landed softly on a bed of moss, surrounded by the beauty of the forest. The sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing, and he.... he was still alive.... again.