Disappearing Act

“Ugh! Why do I have to do this?” He exclaimed to the sky with his arms outstretched.
“God damn it all.” A sob in the back of his throat swallowed the last word before it could escape. His chin slammed into his chest as his eyes swelled up with tears. He thought about how simple his life used to be.

Like a petulant child he thought about the arduous path ahead.

The afternoon sun cast no shadow upon him as he stood carelessly at the edge of the cliff. The precipice was frightening this close. But the fear subsided as his thoughts clawed their way into his head.

Thoughts of doing the right thing rose up inside of him like a lake that has been flooded by torrential downpour. He glanced behind him at the crater of destruction. When did it all go so wrong?

A gust of wind startled him out of his pensive moment. A stark realization forced him to look down at the object in his right hand then the paper in his left hand.

“I guess there is only one thing I can do now.” He muttered these words then stepped forward…

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