Criticism is wanted! Sure, its a trill to get tons of answers saying, "OOH MY GOOOSH!! YOU ARE AAAAAMMMMMAAAAZZZZIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!!!...." Or, "Wow, just wow. You HAVE to email me a copy!" Or, "Whoa, your pretty good. I wish I could write like you!" I mean, really, you can't post writing on here WITHOUT getting at least one of those, or something along those lines. However, I'd MUCH rather receive advise and tips, than assuming I'm perfect when its only a draft. Now, friendly advise is better. I don't need you cursing me just because you don't like my writing or something. Alright, here it is. <This is it.> I think. <This is where I can finally leave this dreadful thing called 'life'> Standing at the complete edge of the cliff, I look down to my soon-to-be grave. My body will soon be lost miles below in the ever raging rapids, never to be seen by the eyes of the ones a love and hate alike again. Where I will go is still unknown. Heaven? Hell? Nowhere? Whatever happens after this life is and always will be unknown to those on Earth. My eyes search for something beautiful, something to remember before I hand my life away. I have not found anything when I hear footsteps running towards my hiding place. He emerges from the foliage, cut and bruised where branches whipped at the bare skin; he has removed his shirt, using it to stop the blood from flowing from his upper arm. He is tanner than usual, sunburned even. This tells me he has been following me all day. Strands of his hair are plastered to his neck and forehead with sweat, his brown eyes gleaming in the light of sunset. "Gage," I breathe. My heart skips at the sound of his name. I want to run to him, want to feel the utter comfort that comes with our every embrace, but I remember what I came here to do and stop myself. "Kim," he says, stepping forward so gently, so softly, as if the sound or movement will send me off the cliff like a frightened animal. "What are you doing?" "I'm leaving," I say without hesitation. "Where are you going?" "I'm not sure. I'm hoping Heaven exists and that I'm pure enough for it," "Kim--" "is ready to escape this place," I interrupt. Sadness, confusion, shock, betrayal. All of these emotions cross his face at my words. The overwhelming urge to apologize and take them back crushes me, nearly forcing the words out of my lips, but I bite my tongue, trying my best to keep a blank profile. "So that's it, huh? You don't even care about what your being gone will do to anyone else?" "Don't play with me, Gage. No one will miss me," "That's where your wrong, Kim! I'm going to miss you! Your an idiot for thinking otherwise!" He is screaming, though I know he means it. Realizing this, the air leaves my body. "What are you saying?" I manage. "I'm saying I love you, Kimberly Walker! I'm saying that if you die, I'll die! Get it now?" His words echo endlessly throughout my mind. I stare at him, pondering what I should say. That I love him? No, that would only make my death all the more painful for him. Rather than guaranteeing long term pain for him, I say what I hope will result in only short term pain, what I hope will cause him to forget about me and carry on with a happy life. This is all I want for him. "I don't love you, Gage. Why do you think I'm doing this? I hate you, and every memory you've given me. I'm done pretending I enjoy this life, done. Just go, Gage." I wonder if my words cut him as deeply as they cut me. It's all I can do to keep from crying. Every word that just escaped my lips was a lie, and now I have to watch Gage suffer from them. No. I don't'! I've seen my last image of beauty: Gage. I can leave. I can free myself of this life now. "Bye Gage," I say before simply back-falling to my death. <I love you.> The last thing I hear before the water surrounds me is Gage's voice shouting my name. Thanks for reading this far! If you liked this, please link it to other questions you answer! To Ed Bites: This is the ending. The complete and total ending of the trilogy I've written. I've been asked to continue writing more books than just three, either from Kim's point of view as she is dead, or from a different character such as Gage or (other main characters) Dona, Michelle, Quin, or Phil. I may do so, but honestly, I don't really know how to carry on from there. What else could happen? Anyway, thanks for the honest advise.