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L’appel du vide

Concrete at the edge of my feet. Wind curls around my ankles. I sway on the knife edge of the roof, the unilluminated darkness whispering seductively into my ear.
The smell of salt burns my nostrils, and the wind draws tears from my eyes.

“The wind”.

Jump.
The waves lap against the cliff, gently wetting the jagged rocks that I saw earlier, when the last tinges of the red sun faded away. It would be so easy, just to take a step, answer that call and

Fall.
Embraced by the water, and the rocks. All the problems, the stress, the pain, everything that is pressing against me would bleed out into the sea. The simplicity of it, of walking away and just

Forgetting.
About everything. Never having to make another decision. Never hurting another person. Never remembering the damage I’ve wrought, the blood on my hands.
It calls to me. Who am I to not answer its call? It has offered me the answers I seek.

The call of the void.

“L’appel du vide”