The wind was howljing in my face as though there were no tomarrow. But there wasn't a tomarrow for me. There would be one for the wind but not for me I would keep running til I reached the cliff where it shall all end for my life. I had just had my heart torn out by a man. My whole village knew that men weren't to be trusted. Even the men in my village knew they weren't to be trusted. They all knew that a life with a man was somewhat unbeleivable.
    Even then, even when I knew that fact I still went with him. I know now that that was my down fall. My dark hole that I was now sinking into. It was as if the ground between me and the whole had just started to disappate. I felt nausouse, as though my head had just spent the night in a washing machine. 
    He made me beleive that he loved me when he didn't. I knew I should have been more cautious. I knew it would not end well for me, but the truth was I had not listened to the inner intuition. I had not listened when I knew I should have. Now regretting my decision, I had to throw myself into the darkness. Knowing that it would hurt real bad when the truth of the blow hit me. So I would rather jump and let the ground tell me my ending.
    Of course I knew that it would hurt like heck when I hit the ground. I'm locked up on the inside and he had just swallowed the key. No one can save me now. It seems like he had forgotten about me, and that realization hurts. But the worst has yet to come. The full pain of the blow has now come, yet I keep running. I keep on falling deeper into this bottomless pit of hate and pain.
    I tripped and fell, but not even that could keep me from this ending. The cliff was so close now I could almost feel the ground beyond it. Feel the hard thwack as I hit the ground. The time is coming and soon.  
 I stopped running, for I had reached the cliff. The thoughts going through my head were plaguing me with the inevitable pain that would come when I hit the ground. These thoughts of fear and unwanted pain were chasing me through a darkness that had no remedy other than him. He was the only one who could save me now, yet I knew, I knew he would not come to save my soul. But the thought of jumping sounded so very painful and so very welcoming.
    Maybe, just maybe the world won't want me to have this kind of ending. Maybe it will let him come to save me, but I doubted it too the depths of my broked heart. I heard a whistle of wind blow up from the deep chasm before me. I jumped but to my surprise I didn't go anywhere. I stayed there in the air for a moment. Someone had me by the waist. I didn't look, but I struggled to be let go. 
    "Life is too short for this kind of ending and you are too young to die. I will not let it happen. Not to you, I love you too much. You may not think so but it is true. Please darling don't do it?" someone whispered in my ear. 
    "You came to save me?" I asked.
    "Yes, Jassy, I came to save you. Why wouldn't I? I love you, and you can't leave me like this. What would I do without you?" they said.
     I turned to face my savior. It was him, the one who had torn my heart out and fed it to the dogs. Him, he had come to save me. I wanted to jump again and my life would have let me if he hadn't come to save me and tell me more lies to calm me down. How dare he tell me these same lies, yet something in his eyes told me that they weren't lies at all.
     "Are you really telling me the truth, Jack?" I asked. 
     He didn't have to answer. I already knew the reply he would give me. The darkness was ending and froming a bright rainbow. He was telling the truth. He was and I loved it, the way he seemed so truthful yet so untruthful. His innocence told me he was saying this with his mind, body, and soul. 
     Well. . .
               At. . .
                      It. . .
                             Doesn't. . .
                                            Hurt. . .
                                                      Anymore. . .