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"You know...." The sound of her voice cutting through the darkness was sudden and unexpected, although barely above a whisper.

He turned his head a fraction to glance at her from the corner of his eye, but just as he expected she wasn't looking at him, her face was blank. They had been sitting in the same spot for hours, surrounded by absolute silence, aside from the sound of the ocean waves pounding against the base of the cliff below, and he began to wonder if she had really said anything at all or if it had just been the wind. He knew better though, so he waited, there was no need to respond, she would finish her thought eventually..or maybe not but he knew asking would only slow the process. She seemed to do that a lot, but he was used to it by now.

"Alex... Sometimes, I don't think you really want to be here."

He jumped as she spoke his name, she never used his name.. "Why would you say that?" His voice was shaky and uncertain as he looked at her fully now. She was pulling the hood to her grey sweatshirt back, letting the long dark curls fall into her face, obscuring his view before turning to look at him as well.

"You're restless, Alex." Again his name, and again he flinched at the sound of it. "Do you want to go home?"

He couldn't answer, only stare at her intensely. It had been so long since the first time he had come here. He was only a child then, years ago. All he remembered was the rain. Pouring, pounding, slashing rain, and the thunder was deafening and lightening turning night into day. He had run out to the cliff, fearless and invincible in his young age. He wanted to brave the storm, to stare out into it until it passed, ignoring the sounds of his parent's frantic calls rapidly fading into the howling wind, he had sat right here in this spot, this same exact spot that he would come to every day from then on.

The girl tilted her head then, hair falling away from her face, away from her eyes, those strange opaque, bluish-grey eyes, mimicking the color of the cold grey waves that now smashed with increased intensity far below. The moment they came into view Alex couldn't look away. The roiling thunder heads gathering against the horizon seemed reflected in them..no more than that, they seemed to be in them.

Thunder sounded then, rumbled across the ocean, echoing off the cliffs and suddenly he was reeling. His head was spinning as if his world was tumbling over and over and then a sharp piercing pain ripped through his skull.

"Do you want to go home, Alex?" Her voice seemed to echo all around him now, louder than the thunder, the water, louder than the now howling winds.

Clutching his head now from the pain Alex suddenly doubled over, the wind knocked out of him, his chest aching and burning as if the wind had been smashed out of his lungs. A flash of lightening lit the sky and with it another white, hot, searing flash of pain and a vision. A little boy, jumping, hooting, throwing his fists to the sky, full of defiance against nature itself. A misstep, a foot too close to the edge and he was falling, tumbling head over heels down the face of the cliff, buffeted by the strong winds that blew him back into the cliff face. Head meeting stone just moments before he slammed into the roiling surf.

Alex couldn't breathe, the pain in his head forgotten in the sudden panic. His lungs felt heavy and he sobbed pitifully with every breath.

"Tell me, Alex, tell me now. Do you want to go home?" Deafening, her voice was the thunder, the crack of the lightening echoing in the skies above and he still couldn't look away from her. He fought, struggled desperately to break eye contact.

Everything was fading, fading to black as he floated downward. Everything so quiet, the rapidly spreading cloud of red obscuring his view of the foamy, boiling waters surface... Fading away until there was nothing but the darkness surrounding him..And suddenly he was there, standing on the cliff staring out over the now calm ocean, not a cloud in sight. The sun shining brightly as he looked around confused, spinning around and catching sight of the girl. she was siting, staring out over the water the hood to her sweatshirt pulled down over her face hiding it in shadow.

"Alex! Tell me NOW!" She was everywhere now, in the storm, in he ocean, inside of his head. He was floating and he was so, so tired and the darkness seemed to call to him from somewhere. If he could just breathe, just fill his lungs.. and his chest heaved, drawing in as much air as he could muster, enough air to scream.

"NO!" It was all he could manage, all he needed. At the sound of his utterance she broke contact, her hair falling back into her face, over her eyes and he collapsed, darkness of an entirely different kind engulfing him now.

Once she was sure he was no longer conscious she lifted her gaze, regarding him thoughtfully for awhile before turning back to her original position, pulling her hood back over her head and returning her eyes to the far off horizon.

Stupid Boy.. if only he knew her gaze was fixed on his only salvation.

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"You know...." The sound of her voice cutting through the darkness was sudden and unexpected, although barely above a whisper.

He turned his head a fraction to glance at her from the corner of his eye, but just as he expected she wasn't looking at him, her face was blank. They had been sitting in the same spot for hours, surrounded by absolute silence, aside from the sound of the ocean waves pounding against the base of the cliff below, and he began to wonder if she had really said anything at all or if it had just been the wind. He knew better though, so he waited, there was no need to respond, she would finish her thought eventually..or maybe not but he knew asking would only slow the process. She seemed to do that a lot, but he was used to it by now.

"Alex... Sometimes, I don't think you really want to be here."

He jumped as she spoke his name, she never used his name.. "Why would you say that?" His voice was shaky and uncertain as he looked at her fully now. She was pulling the hood to her grey sweatshirt back, letting the long dark curls fall into her face, obscuring his view before turning to look at him as well.

"You're restless, Alex." Again his name, and again he flinched at the sound of it. "Do you want to go home?"

He couldn't answer, only stare at her intensely. It had been so long since the first time he had come here. He was only a child then, years ago. All he remembered was the rain. Pouring, pounding, slashing rain, and the thunder was deafening and lightening turning night into day. He had run out to the cliff, fearless and invincible in his young age. He wanted to brave the storm, to stare out into it until it passed, ignoring the sounds of his parent's frantic calls rapidly fading into the howling wind, he had sat right here in this spot, this same exact spot that he would come to every day from then on.

The girl tilted her head then, hair falling away from her face, away from her eyes, those strange opaque, bluish-grey eyes, mimicking the color of the cold grey waves that now smashed with increased intensity far below. The moment they came into view Alex couldn't look away. The roiling thunder heads gathering against the horizon seemed reflected in them..no more than that, they seemed to be in them.

Thunder sounded then, rumbled across the ocean, echoing off the cliffs and suddenly he was reeling. His head was spinning as if his world was tumbling over and over and then a sharp piercing pain ripped through his skull.

"Do you want to go home, Alex?" Her voice seemed to echo all around him now, louder than the thunder, the water, louder than the now howling winds.

Clutching his head now from the pain Alex suddenly doubled over, the wind knocked out of him, his chest aching and burning as if the wind had been smashed out of his lungs. A flash of lightening lit the sky and with it another white, hot, searing flash of pain and a vision. A little boy, jumping, hooting, throwing his fists to the sky, full of defiance against nature itself. A misstep, a foot too close to the edge and he was falling, tumbling head over heels down the face of the cliff, buffeted by the strong winds that blew him back into the cliff face. Head meeting stone just moments before he slammed into the roiling surf.

Alex couldn't breathe, the pain in his head forgotten in the sudden panic. His lungs felt heavy and he sobbed pitifully with every breath.

"Tell me, Alex, tell me now. Do you want to go home?" Deafening, her voice was the thunder, the crack of the lightening echoing in the skies above and he still couldn't look away from her. He fought, struggled desperately to break eye contact.

Everything was fading, fading to black as he floated downward. Everything so quiet, the rapidly spreading cloud of red obscuring his view of the foamy, boiling waters surface... Fading away until there was nothing but the darkness surrounding him..And suddenly he was there, standing on the cliff staring out over the now calm ocean, not a cloud in sight. The sun shining brightly as he looked around confused, spinning around and catching sight of the girl. she was siting, staring out over the water the hood to her sweatshirt pulled down over her face hiding it in shadow.

"Alex! Tell me NOW!" She was everywhere now, in the storm, in he ocean, inside of his head. He was floating and he was so, so tired and the darkness seemed to call to him from somewhere. If he could just breathe, just fill his lungs.. and his chest heaved, drawing in as much air as he could muster, enough air to scream.

"NO!" It was all he could manage, all he needed. At the sound of his utterance she broke contact, her hair falling back into her face, over her eyes and he collapsed, darkness of an entirely different kind engulfing him now.

Once she was sure he was no longer conscious she lifted her gaze, regarding him thoughtfully for awhile before turning back to her original position, pulling her hood back over her head and returning her eyes to the far off horizon.

Stupid Boy.. if only he knew her gaze was fixed on his only salvation.