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Empty Mountains

"You can't love someone back a life."

I lost the idea of having fun in the valleys. The drips and drops of rock and dirt have edged their way into my feeble souls and left it brittle. How can someone, no something, so beautiful crush you into nothing? The answer is so far yet seems so clear to everyone but me. I remember the day I witnessed the sun peak through between pink clouds and the green mountain tops. I remember how you stood next to me, breathing in the air as if it was your only salvation from the world that lay farther down the cliffs. I didn't have to look at you to see how pure you were. I could feel it in the way the wind slid between the strands of your hair, how you expanded with every breath you took, and how you stood your ground against the shadows behind us as if the only thing that mattered was the rising sun. I memorized the way you watched it rise as I watched you. I thought you didn't notice. But as the sun rose, you took my hand and walked us down. Down the path from the peak, through the trees that withstood the weathering, past the sign that says warning: drop off ahead. We stood on that cliff for hours, looking out into the shadows that rays of sun will never reach. I remember the way the shadows seemed to surround you and how you let them. I was willing to save you. I was willing to do anything. You just have seen it in my eyes, for I remember the way you shook your head and took a step back. I remember your last words.
"You can't love someone back a life"
When you jumped, I remember the silence, how I wished to cry out your name, how I wished you would have made a sound so I wouldn't be left with the emptiness. I remember walking away, that day turned into night, and the sun never rose again. The sun jumped off a cliff and took my heart with it.