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The snowy mountain ledge was dangerous. Slippery ice bordered its corners, and a heavy torrent of wind and snow whirled around. The thick snow made it nearly impossible for anyone to walk, and it was as miserable as the dark gray sky that hung overhead. And yet, there was one person who was on the ledge of the mountain.

Her face was obscured by the heavy coat she was wearing, and she did not seem bothered by the numbing cold or the constant wind. She kept looking down, with an ominous gleam in her eyes. She was planning for something, and nothing was going to stop her from achieving her goal.

In her mind, she replayed the events of the last two weeks: her lover’s cold eyes as he stared down at her, telling her that the relationship was off. Being rejected by her friends. Her parents, being too busy to care about her or to pick up the phone. The loneliness and desperation she had felt in the days that had followed.

It had all been so sudden. In those two weeks, those confusing, fast two weeks, her life had fallen apart in the worst way possible. And now, she was about to make an inescapable decision that would change her life, though she doubted anyone would care.

So, without anything left to say, she jumped. As she fell to the bottom, she couldn't help but suppress a small smile. She was free, and now, no one could hurt her.

That was the last thing she felt when her body hit the bottom of the mountain, as she bled out into the snow.