Sometimes I find it hard to believe how I got here. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that I got here in general. Sometimes I'm grateful that I did. While sometimes I am not. I'm sitting at the edge of a cliff, but I'm not sure if I'm ready. Ready on what I have been waiting for and is waiting for me. The rock I'm sitting on is cold, I hear the wind in my ears and the water colliding with the rocks. Killing everything it crosses. I'm not ready, I don't think I will ever be. This is why I jumped. Right now falling, flowding in the air, gives me some peace in mind. Peace that I hope one day will follow threw my life. If I am still alive that is. A war is coming and I need to complete the ritual to be strong enough. To be able to protect the ones I involuntarily cared about. ¨^¨¨^¨^¨¨^¨^^¨^^¨¨^¨^¨^¨^¨^¨^^¨¨¨¨¨¨^¨^¨^^¨¨¨^¨^^¨¨^^^^^^¨^^¨¨¨¨¨^¨^^¨¨^¨^¨^¨^ This is a new story between people who aren't sure who they are and how far they are willing to take it. The images aren't mine. They are from pinterest.