Had the head screamed as it fell into the furor of the ocean, its cries would have been lost to the rolling crashes of each wave. Isn’t that how she felt, standing on this precipice, weathering the coming storm not out of bravery, but out of exhaustion and guilt, this simple act meant to ward off the sleeplessness that had taken hold of her years ago.

The truth had not set her free that day.

She turned around to face him, only to catch the glaring reflections of the blades he wielded. His smile had cut her deep in the past, but now it was the knife in his hand that had her full attention.

Rain came down now, and everything became louder. He stabbed at her with words of hate and revenge, but much like the head’s cries, she would not hear them. The blades moved forward, this shadow of man growing ever larger. Lighting struck once, painful and fast.

Silence came immediately, and as she fell to her knees, soaked in rain and crimson blood, a faint smile lit up her face. Asleep at last, and forever.