airwithwater

“He is close.” Edwards’s beautiful nose cringed. I didn’t have to ask how he knew. Gently, he pulled me in the right direction. It had been a long journey; I didn’t know what to think about now that I had finally gotten here. I knew that I was hurting Edward by doing this, but it was the only way that I could find peace. The cool breeze was against us as we went through a section of woods. Many branches were torn down and broken. The leaves looked like they had recently been disturbed. When we exited the small area of trees, I saw my friend. Immediately, a growl came from deep within his chest. His body quivered an

 Below, the water seethed. Icy and treacherous, I could already feel its paralyzing sting, though I had yet to make my final plunge. Around me, snow swirled wildly in the winter wind. I admit, if I were not blinded by the snow and the darkness of the late hour, I wouldn’t have had the courage for such a feat. I leaned over the slick railing of the bridge and vomited. Terror? Vodka? Who could say? And what did it matter? No one but me would remember this last act, so symbolic of the frail human condition. My body ached from the cold. I was gloveless and my leather jacket was worn thin. I lay my head against the railing, and the tears th