(Background info: My friend last night sent me a chat, with this one line: "I really don't like being in the middle of things." Being in a good mood, I asked her what that meant, and the whole story poured out. I'm not saying what I'll be writing here is the truth or what she told me, but only my own thoughts and trying to be in someone else's shoes.

Because we've all been there.)

The wind blows as my toes grip the edge of the cliff. The night sky is brilliant tonight, all black and inviting, ready to swallow me whole.

Tonight seems the perfect night to give in to that. There is no more light in my life-I have struggled, pulled myself through my hands and knees, only to be beaten into the ground in submission. I had always been told that success rewards the hard worker-but what success do I see?

I'm tired of holding on any longer. I'm tired of the chains the world has brought upon me, weighing me down as I try to take my steps higher and higher into the sky, trying to find my moment. But I don't see the light breaking through the dark clouds, showing me the way.

I am lost, and I cannot find my way back. 

The wind blows my hair into my face-the hair my friends would play with when we were little. Suddenly my heart beats again, as familiar faces flash past me. May, the one who held me back last time... Ember,  who tearfully told me his world was nothing without me. The only two people who are willing to give me a second chance, but this time they are not strong enough to hold me back. 

The rhythm that vibrates in my veins is uneven, uncertain. It can no longer support me.

I raise my arms, and prepare to fly. 

I am ready to let go.