She told him she liked to quit while she was ahead.
He nodded his head and she insisted that they should quit, while they were ahead.
She said she wanted to die the happiest girl in the world; that she wanted to die with him, while they were both so happy. He held both of her hands in desperation as he told her she was crazy, to stop talking, that they would die happy, but not right then.
And it was all she could do to shake her head and say she wanted to leave happy, before she took off running through the grass.
He sprinted after her and she laughed a happy laugh, the happiest laugh he had ever heard, a laugh that sounded like years of hurt flying away in the breeze.
She twirled and giggled as she approached the edge, her feet skipping in an imperfect rhythm. And without hesitation, she leapt, rocky debris flying off the cliff with her. He reached his hand out to her in a sad last attempt but she wouldn’t have grabbed it anyways. He was too far behind her; he had always been a few steps behind her.
But in that moment the sun was a balloon and she was the string that dangled from it, that writhed in the wind. She hung there for a moment, head bent back, toes pointed and arms tossed out. Like an angel she floated in the air for a split second before she started to fall. And as she fell she didn’t make a sound, just smiled and blew her life one last perfect kiss.