Thursday, 7 August 2014


His fingers clung desperately to the cliff edge,  his feet precariously dug into a tiny foothold,  high above the raging waves and jagged rocks.

All his thoughts turned to the night before, why had he said those things,  they could never be taken back. She wouldn't understand,  how could she,  he never understood his thoughts these days either.

He paused, just for a moment, then released his grip,  it didn't matter anymore. They'd won.

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