Complete

The cold mountain breeze played with her hair as she huddled in her warm and cozy fur jacket. She always liked to come here when she felt alone. The sun was barely visible behind the clouds. Its rays barely touching her cold cheeks.

"Even the sun is too lazy to come out," she thought.

Dangling her legs at the edge of the cliff, she craned her neck and looked down at the 100 feet drop. She tried to calculate how long it would take for her to fall down and get crushed by the impact. She was never too good at phsyics.

Would her bones crackle just like how her muesli does between her teeth? Or would it be a big massive thud? After all, she had gained a couple of pounds.

But she liked sitting here, being so close to death. Like a paradox, it made her feel alive. She was aware of every breath she took. She could feel the rusty cogs of her brain churning in full throttle. And yet she couldn't finish off her letter.

Just as she leaned further towards the fall, she felt a gush of strong wind pushing her in the opposite direction. She looked back at the letter.

Hey Neel,
It was all my fault..

That was all she could manage. No matter how hard she tried, her mind kept wavering. Just like a flame that was about to die out.

Her mind raced back to that day. And it painted a vivid picture.

Red and white.

She would have loved the colour combination on any other day. But the red was blood. And the white was snow.

She was supposed to die that day. Not him. If only she had been careful. If only she had looked before she leaped. Her head started pounding like a petrified animal's heart beat. And she couldn't remember anything else from that day. It was her brain's defense mechanism to keep her from going insane.

She closed her eyes. It was time. It was time to let go.

She clutched the letter tight, hoping she would be able to keep it with her, give it to him when she met him later. She took one deep breath.

And out of nowhere it started raining heavily. Her fur coat started soaking it all in quickly and she felt her chest go cold.

"Aaachhhhuuuu," she sneezed, sending her tumbling back.

And she lay there looking up at the sky. What she saw there would be etched in her mind forever.

...

The last time I saw her, she was pretty happy. A good husband and a sweet little kid. A pretty fat kid, but sweet nevertheless.
But if you had a keen eye like I do, you'd notice that she still keeps looking up at the sky. As if the answers to all her questions were there.
And I couldn't help but take a peek at the crumbled piece of paper that she carried with her wherever she went. The letter.

It felt complete now even though she didn't add a single word to it. Just a horizontal strike against the only sentence on the page. Humans make me smile sometimes.