Epilogue in Progress

And there she stood on the edge of the cliff. The cliff she had embraced as home. Her fists clenched reflexively at her side. Standing erect and facing forward, silently beckoning the hostile breeze that was whirling around her, pushing from every direction. Her deep mahogany eyes seemed to be searching for everything and nothing. Searching for unspoken truth. Searching for hope. Searching for every unanswered prayer. But she found nothing; nothing but a forsaken silence. Jumping from this cliff never crossed her muted mind. She had a tranquil understanding with the cliff. Her tattered clothes were gently swaying in the whispers of the wind. The rough and soiled fabric that hung helplessly off her taut skin reflected every broken heart she had tried to mend. Every frown she erased. And all the pain and suffering that she inadvertently absorbed. Though she spent her life trying to save the souls of everyone around her, her own soul was lost somewhere deep inside; wandering blindly for a glimmer of tranquility. The solid ground at the edge of the cliff was reassuring beneath her feet. The proximity of the ledge surged adrenaline through her veins as the wind's whispers escalated into a hopeless howl. Her resilience was depleting and the walls of her mind were being eroded by the flood of emotions that she had been subconsciously damming for years. She slowly let her eyes gravitate to the precipice that lingered inches from the souls of her sturdy boots. The sun was effortlessly sinking in the sea of mountains and she could feel her heart not-so-effortlessly sinking in her chest. Her soft brunette hair fluttered restlessly in the persistent wind that fiercely danced around her solemn body. And she finally embraced the modicum of emotion that was restlessly fluttering in her beaten heart as a single tear escaped and took a suicide plunge down her cheek.