She edges forward, barely balanced at the very tip of the cliff.

Jump, she thinks, just jump, it will be better for everyone if you do.

So she digs her heels into the ground and pushes.

She's almost free, she can taste it.

Before Death is pulling her back.

"Not yet," he mutters, "you have so much to live for."

And then she is crying, because she's so tired of life.

But God, she just can't let go.