Short Story 2

She stood there, silently. The silent night was occasionally broken by sounds of nature... a wolf howled in the distance... the rumbling of leaves of trees when an occasional breeze swept by, the forest sounded alive, eerie, but in a way... peaceful. However, she wasn’t paying attention to the sounds. The cool midnight breeze did very little to cool down the anger in her heart, an anger not for anyone in the world, but for herself. The guilt was killing her, guilt for have made a very big mistake. She looked down. The full moon did little to reveal an image of a cliff right beneath her, hundreds of feet, and forest at the bottom. From above, the forest appeared as large canopies, occasionally a pine would poke through revealing a stalagmite view. She knew all those trees would to do almost nothing to save her if she fell, which was exactly the point of why she was standing only at the precipice of the edge. Her only regret was that she was going to bring someone with her.