The Edge

I stand on the edge of the precipice, only a centimeter from certain death.

How did I get here? The last time I looked, I was at a party. It was a very pleasant party. I was having a lot of fun. There were many intriguing people there. The band was playing great music, too.

Now all I hear is the keening of the wind as it blows through my body, slowly freezing my heart and numbing my mind. No one else is here. There is no light except the dim moonlight reflected on the snow. Even the moon is shadowed; the Lunar Goddess has been betrayed.

I betrayed her.

I shift my weight to the balls of my feet, closing my eyes and imagining the sensation of falling. I feel no fear, just a gentle sadness. No, that's not true. I'm not really sad, just resigned. For the first time in my life, everything seems right. All is in place. Just one more thing to do. Without hesitation, I spread my arms and lean forward. Better luck next time.