The wind howled in my face as though there were no tomarrow. My concience just kept nagging at me as though I had some terrible secret that I hadn't told it. In my head I just kept saying who knew love could hurt so much. But that wasn't the half of it my heart just kept pounding. It was all my fault for liking him. Men weren't to be trusted everyone in my village knew that. So why did I fall under his spell I knew no man was to be trusted.
    Life had not ended yet I kept running toward the end of it as though it were the only thing left to do with myself. I knew it wasn't the answer. I knew that life couldn't end the way I wanted it to, the way everyone would miss me yet hate me taking it this way. No, for the life of me, I couldn't. . . no that would be the wrong word, I shouldn't do it. It would break alot of people. My mother would be heartbroken.
    My heart was breaking up as I ran to the cliff. These are the last minutes of my life and I would wish to be with him but that is an impossiblity. He doesn't want to be with me though and he is engaged with another. This world is way to cruel to me for my own good. It's like I'm fighting a war in my mind.
    Do it, don't do it, do it, don't do it. A constant thought reigning through my head. And the knowing that he doesn't love me doesn't help me much. How could he do that to me? How could he just act like such an ass as that? I mean, I beleived that I loved him. I thought he loved me too. But no, no that's not what was happening. I hope he thinks that this is all his fault. 
    Just to be snide I hope their baby dies. I hope it dies at birth so that they can feel as much pain as I do. He took all my happiness from me and left me with nothing. Running from it all just seemed to be the only solution to the inevitable. The only way out of the pain. I shall no longer love anyone. No one can turn off the pain in my heart. The pain in my mind. If it wasn't love why does it have hurt so much? The way it happens to the best of us yet the rest still get the hurt too. 
    It is the third time though too so that should have prepared me for something like this. If it was just puppy love then why does it have to hurt so much? Does all love hurt this way? Oh what cruel injust world. Why me? The way we all fall once upon time. 
    I neared the cliff knowing that this climax, this height, wasn't good enough. This was not my time to die but on the inside I was already dead. If I wasn't dead then I was dying. If I wasn't dying then I was dead. The heart brake was surely not enough to kill me but the falling feeling that I am getting will be enough to kill a woman. The trueth hasn't hit me yet. 
    The full blown trueth will kill me and it is all his fault. He did this to me, he led me on to believe he loved me but that is not the way I have to think if I'm to do this. If I am to jump off this cliff that lies before me then I have to think it is all my fault. The way he kissed me last time it felt as though we were meant to be together. But that is only in my mind. He can't just be like that to me but he is and that will tear me appart. 
    I stopped running, I had reached the cliff. I looked over the edge. It was a long way down. But I had to jump, I couldn't live with this pain. A blistering cold swept over me and I knew if I didn't do it now that I never would. I took a deep breath and let myself just jump. Screaming was not an option for my lungs were too full of air to do just that. I heard a shout behind me and decided that life without him was very unthinkable.
    My thoughts were about to end and the ground was coming at me fast. At least the pain would be breif. My life would end soon. The world was the only thing I could see now not even his face was popping into my head. 
    With a thud I hit the ground. My thoughts are ending now but I hope you remember me and the way love feels. The actuality of puppy love and what it can do to a girl.
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