Flash Fiction
I stood at the precipice and watched the setting sun paint the sky with warmth. A flock of birds wheeled in perfect arc, the pink clouds in contrast with the indigo sky. I’ve always wondered how it is to fly.
I heard footsteps coming towards me. Footsteps so familiar.
"Aya..."
Closing my eyes in pain and regret, I slowly turned around to face him. I stared at his once beloved face and he looked at me pleadingly.
I shook my head. "Enough is enough."
I turned back around to face the endless sky and leaped.
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