She sits at the edge of a cliff, staring Death in the eye.

He stretches out an arm.

"What are you waiting for?"

Maybe she should just reach for him.

Close her eyes, and finally, be at peace.

"Scared?"

She shakes her head.

"Terrified."

Because she is.

She's terrified of falling in love with the world all over again, the second she decides to leave it.