Can she give up her past for a second chance or are memories more important? ************************************************** A face hovered over the railing, a hand outstretched as if to catch me. Fingers brushed against my own as I gazed into the man's eyes. Blue, the color of the ocean during a storm, flickers of gold in the irises. Like a sunrise after rain. Like gold stars reflecting off the water. It was stunning. My lips formed into an 'O' as the wind caught me and darkness wrapped its misty tendrils around my still body, yanking me down. Letting gravity do its work. ************************************************** [First uploaded: 7/04/15] [Updated: 8/21/16]All Rights Reserved