She sits, squeezed as tightly as she can be between the jagged rocks, back turned to the ocean. She can’t bear to look at it. It’s too big, to0 powerful. Too beautiful.

She clutches the cell phone tightly. All too clearly, she can picture it clattering from his pocket, how she had snatched it up, only to watch him falling, falling…

The thing was, she hadn’t felt anything. Nothing at all. As she watched him, all the pain, all the memories, everything, had melted away. Maybe, when he fell, he took it all with him.

She wished he hadn’t. She wanted to hold onto all of that. She didn’t want to lose anything. If she did, then she couldn’t hate him.

More than anything, she wanted to hate him.

When the sirens had drawn near, she came to hide behind the rocks. She didn’t want anyone to find her, to ask questions.

Which was a little silly, she conceded. She swung her hand back, releasing the phone to splash far away into the water.

She didn’t want him to know that it was her who called the ambulance.