I told them I would do it. I told them. They thought I was lying – but I did it. I have done it.
My hair is thrown back behind me in a tangled mess as air rushes through each strand, but I don’t care. I have finally done it.
I don’t even mind the shriek of the wind as it whips past my ears. It drowns out their cries; their expressions of disbelief.
She’s really going through with this.
That’s alright. Everything’s alright now. I don’t have to worry about what they think any more. It’s not going to matter after this.
I open my arms and spread my fingers, feeling the texture of the sky. I probably look like an angel to them.
Is someone going to call for help?
I’m still hurting, though. Each cut sliced deeper and deeper – I’m too exposed to start over. They did this to me; all I wanted was to love them. That’s all. I just wanted to be happy.
But maybe they didn’t want it to end up this way. Maybe they just didn’t want me to do it. I guess I could have done something more…
… No. It’s been too late for too long.
There’s no helping her.
My eyes start to sting but I keep them wide open. I want to see it.
I want to see death. I want to see the pavement crack. I want to see the looks on their faces when they realize what I have done.
I told them.
For Cal's Contest. "Cupola" – Zeromancer (041. tragedy)
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