“No! Phillip, don’t!” My scream was lost in the roar that surrounded us.
He stood on the precipice, his arms outstretched. His face was oddly peaceful as he stood there, hovering on the edge. I tried to struggle free, but the arms that held me were too strong. They were wrapped around me, cold, hard, and forbidding. A low chuckle emanated from behind me as I struggled against him.
The cold wind bit against my face, whipping my dress around my calves. It shrieked as it whistled through the rocks that the waves smashed against with deafening clashes. The sky rumbled, the clouds a darkened black.
I was begging him now, my captor. “Please, please,” I was sobbing.
And then Phillip jumped.
My scream was lost in the wind, the waves, the darkened sky and rolling thunder. He let go of me then, and I dropped to the ground, sobs wracking through my body painfully. The rain began.
The raindrops dripped down my face, as millions of them fell from the sky.