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The wind whipped against my face as I stood on the edge of the cliff. My heartbeat increased from inside of my chest, hammering so hard that I was convinced my rib cage would break.
I looked towards Sarah.
"Are you ready?" She asked.
I took a deep breath, attempting to calm my nerves. It failed.
"Yes-s-s." I announced shakily.
She laced her fingers through mine.
"Ok." She replied.
We both looked forward, towards the sun setting deeply in the shadows. I forced my feet to move, my toes just hanging off the edge of the cliff.
You must think I'm mad.
Well maybe I am. No matter how excellent an excuse I may have, nothing justifies what I'm about to do.
I clenched my fist, white marks on my knuckles showing through the flesh. The floor seemed to breathe as I stared down at it, a calming feeling filling my body.
"Three," Sarah began.
"Two," I whispered.
"One!" We chorused.
It took every ounce of strength to make my feet peeled themselves off the floor as my body dropped forwards. Sarah's hand unclipped itself from mine as I flew.
I was doing it, it was happening.
I was falling.
The sensation of being under water was brilliant. I was a fish, lost beneath the bright coral of the earth. Everything was blurry, the fiery water filling up my lungs, my breathing cut off.
I wanted to stay there forever, escaping the life that I'd ruined. But as my body threatened to bob out of the water, I knew it was over.
Cold, fulfilling oxygen filled my body as I floated to the surface. I coughed, spluttered and choked, my vision slowly coming back to me.
I remembered Sarah. Where was she?
"Sarah!" I croaked, attempting to swim forward.
The current pushed my body backwards, the waves getting more tortuous. As I used every nerve, every feeling in my body to fight the waves, that's when I saw it.
A body, upturned, laying completely still and straight, like a plank of wood. No sign of movement, no sign of life. I swam closer, gasping to get a glimpse of the humans face as the sea turned the corpse onto it's back.
I stroked the red, wet hair from her pale face. Her usual soft pink lips had turned match the harsh, blue tones of the water.
My eyes filled with tears.
"No..." I stuttered.
I could hear sounds echoing from all around me, my ears filling with a terrible screech. But only one sound mattered. A sound that had gone.
My best friends’ heartbeat.