She smiled because she could see the bottom. The concrete looked calm from high above, like a broken wave coating the damp, warm sand. Crickets sang out through the darkness but the roaring of the ocean drowned them out.
It was darker than dark and quiet enough to breathe.
Perfection.
Her final breath sent her over, gliding toward the waves floating on a cloud.
Finally, freedom. Silence. Darkness.
As she neared the ground, she reveled in her weightlessness. It was joyful, for the first time since him. It was riveting, inspiring, unique, unimaginable.
Ending. It was ending.
The ocean was not giving. It did not wash her away. It did not wash away the hurt.
She heard a scream, and footsteps. Her smile, her joy, her revelation disappeared.