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On the edge of the cliff stood a young girl, flashing back to a moment that had happened to her own grandmother many years ago.

The girl wasn't standing on the edge without a reason.

She wanted to forget everything, every hurt and pain in her world.

At such a tender age, the young girl was lost, broken. Nothing and nobody could fix her. And it wasn't like she wanted to fix herself either.

And if anyone dared to look her in the eyes, one would see the spark in them was gone and had been for many years.

The girl's parents adored her grey eyes when they were alive - extraordinary, just like their only daughter. The girl's parents had waited for her for so long. It would be a pity if she joined them in the afterlife in adolescence.

A voice screeched in horror. It was as if this person knew exactly what the young girl was about to do.

The voice wanted to stop the girl - she was too young, her life was right in front of her! If the girl committed suicide, then it would all be over.

And what did the girl want to be over - her pain or her life?

"IRIS!"

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