He watched as the waves crashed and roared against the rocks, bubbling and foaming.
He closed his eyes,
inhaling a sharp breath.
He had no worries,
and was at peace.
He stilled,
listening to the sound of the wave, the slight whistling of the wind, the echoes of the grass.
He took a step forward,
rocks crumbling beneath him,
swallowed by the ravenous sea.
Rain drizzled,
spotting his clothes and grass.
He stripped,
only keeping his underwear on.
The wind slapped against him,
prickling his skin.
He breathed a deep breath,
stilling his heart.
He couldn't think,
or speak,
or think,
or speak.
His mind was wild and he just wanted it to stop!
Can't speak.
Can't think.
Can't speak.
Can't think.
Just stop!
A tear fell out of his eyes.
He watched the sun, simmering,
falling in all its glory,
a brilliant yellow to orange to red to purple.
He checked his phone one last time,
bombarded with messages.
He threw it first,
then his clothes.
He stepped closer to the edge of the cliff,
staring at the sun.
"Finally," He whispered,
taking a step and closing his eyes.
He took another step,
and then another.
Looking behind him once more, he turned around,
closing his eyes once more,
And jumped.