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Thoughts of self-destruction filled his head as the unassailable guilt washed over him, smothering him, making it difficult to breathe. Pulling his knees to his chest, he looks down the side of the mountain facing him, wondering if he had the nerve to jump. But what if he survived the fall somehow and ended up unable to walk, or even talk? He would remain a prisoner in his own mind for eternity. That sounded even more painful than the prospect of hurling himself from the cliff, hitting all of the sharpest rocks on the way down, bones crunching, internal organs bursting, blood escaping.
But anything was better than this…than living with this emptiness in his chest, where his heart used to reside. She took it when she left and told him she never wanted to see or hear from him again. One mistake and they were done. His indiscretion put them worlds apart.
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