The surf crashed against the cliffside, sending spray upwards, wetting the end of her skirt. She stared down into the abyss, a feeling of numb fear rose inside her as if the waves themselves were smashing her hope to bits instead of the rocks below. How had she gotten here? How could she have gotten so turned around?
"Wendy!" A voice yelled from the darkness behind her and she turned towards it. Bobbing lights appeared, shutter-like as figures ran along the path through the trees. They were getting closer. And there was nowhere for her to go. Thunder cracked across the sky. Cold, steady rain soaked her in seconds. She tried holding the tattered pieces of her blouse over her bare skin, but it did little to stop the freezing rain from chilling her to the bone. "Wendy!" the voice was now barely discernable above the sound of the storm and the waves, but she knew he was getting closer
She took a step backward, she wouldn't let him take her. Then the ground shifted beneath her and she was floating. No. Falling. To be swallowed up by the ocean, bashed against the jagged rocks. Her body torn to shreds. For a moment she wanted to give up, to let go and be free of everything: pain, sorrow, misery, brokeness. A flash of a round smiling face and she screamed. She couldn't leave like this, she had to live, for him. But it was too late.
She felt herself slowing down, something tugged at her. She knew it was only a delusion. Then everything went black.
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