I am running as fast as I can.
He is much faster and I ******* hate him for that.
I lead her to this cliff and told her to wait.
God ******.
I am so stupid.
He is three steps ahead of me and I am not moving any faster.
He reaches her and I watch them both go screaming over the edge down into the darkness.
I can still hear them screaming.
I stand here looking out into the distance and she is there next to me.
Well.
What used to be her.
She seems more steely than before and it is my fault.
I pulled her over the cliff and more than likely she will hate me forever.
I guess I deserve it.
Sometimes when you look back at the pain you have caused a person, you just wonder if something could have been done to stop it. The answer is always yes but whether you can do anything about it is the opposite.
All that is left is a scent.