The Cliffs

Sometimes you don't want to die, but when the one you live for has died... why are you still here? This is a story about a young couple's destiny.

The sun is shining. It’s a warm day in early summer and the waves are crashing against the cliffs beneath me. I feel so big but yet I am so small when I’m standing here. These cliffs hold so many memories and I can’t seem to find one that doesn’t involve him. Our first kiss, our first dance, our first declaration of our love… Everything happened to us on these cliffs. You might find that odd and strange, but it’s the truth.

I was standing at the exact same spot as I am now when he kissed me for the first time. I can still feel his hands on my cheeks pulling me gently towards him. He was always so careful with me; he always treated me as a fragile doll that would break if you were careless with it. A single tear falls from my eye when I think back to all of the times we shared together.

One night, when my parents were throwing a party at our house, just a short walk away from these cliffs, he brought me out here. I wrapped my arms around him and he smiled at me before starting to rotate our bodies in small circles, swaying to the faint music we could hear in the background. After a while his lips found mine and we kissed as our bodies moved together to the music. For someone who always claimed that he was a terrible dancer, he was incredibly good at it. When we pulled away our eyes met and butterflies twirled around in my stomach. He always made me feel so great.

Even when we were lying on these cliffs watching the stars, just his presence made me feel alive.

It really must sound strange to you that all of our memories are on these cliffs. I understand that you find it odd, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. These cliffs mean so much to me. That sounds a bit strange too, I know. It’s just that when I’m here, I still have a part of him with me. When I’m here, I can forget for a moment that he’s gone. When I’m here, I get that feeling that I’m alive again. These cliffs are the last thing that I have to remember him by.

The first time he told me that he loved me, I was sure that I was dreaming. We’d been together for a while, and I was sure that my heart belonged to him. I just never believed that I would be enough for him to love me back. He was truly graceful in everything that he did. He was always smooth with his words and actions. He will forever own my heart, and nobody will ever be able to take it from his possession.

He told me that he loved me very often, but every time he did it had a new meaning. It was still the same words, still the same letters, but every time those three little words left his mouth it was the start of something new. Never once he used them as a bargaining chip for my forgiveness, never once did he say them without having complete honesty in his eyes. That makes me feel glad. He really loved me and I really loved him. Our story was an epic love story. But every story has an end.

This was supposed to be the best day of our lives. This was supposed to be the day when I would finally be his forever. Unfortunately, life doesn’t always comply with your own wishes. Instead life decides to take control and bring you misery.

I look down on the white dress that I’m wearing. It’s really beautiful. At least it was before it got covered in his blood. This is all her fault. I’ve never liked her; I knew that she would be trouble. He never believed me though, and I understand that he trusted her instead of me. He has known her his entire life and I understand that he didn’t believe me.

The gun wasn’t aiming at him. It was aiming at me. I guess it really means bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. How she could do that to him I’ll never understand. She was the one to give him life and she was the one who took it away. I wish that he hadn’t stopped the bullet from hitting me. I wish that he was safe. I wish that he was still here with me. We were supposed to get married today. We were supposed to promise each other to be together until the end of time, and now he’s gone.

I turn around to the sound of someone walking towards me. It’s her. The gun is still firmly in her hand as she walks closer. I don’t move. I don’t even move an inch. I know what’s going to happen, but still I feel no fear. I look down at my dress one more time. He was supposed to still be here. I wanted to see his perfect smile when I walked closer and closer to him down the aisle, but now I’m not going to and I never will.

I don’t panic when I see her raising the gun. I don’t scream when I see her loading it. I don’t get scared when I see her pull the trigger. I don’t feel pain when the bullet enters my heart, for now I’m with him again.

I see him smiling towards me at the end of the brightness. I hear his voice calling my name. I feel his warmth enveloping me as I step into his awaiting arms. I should be scared but yet I’ve never felt safer. I should be sad but yet I’ve never felt happier. I’m in heaven and he’s here with me.

We’re together and that’s all that matters. I open my eyes and see him walk away from me. He walks until he’s there. I follow him and take his hand in mine. We’re here again, where everything started. We’re at the cliffs, the cliffs that means so much to the both of us; the cliffs where my life began and ended, the cliffs that hold so many memories. We’re truly in heaven, and our heaven… is the place where we will be together forever.