In this moment there is just us and the music. Slowly goosebumps find their way all over my skin, but I don't dare move; don't want to disturb the perceived peace.... It's anything but- her mind races I'm sure, as she itches her skin obsessively. She types away on her phone... Telling all to someone? I don't know; I don't ask. I just want to be here... Pretend there isn't violent winds pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The storm is not new, it has lingered behind her eyes for the longest time... It's the severity that makes her limbs tremble, her eyes water, and her mind scream. Swallowing another pill to conceal the impending doom, just to skip along in slight denial for a while longer. The blade causes solace for when the faulty fiction fades... Until she swallows more. More. More. More.