The air was warm as it weaved through her red hair. Too bad. Fall was her favorite. She wouldn’t feel that cool air ever again. At least she’d get one last sunset. Swirls of purples, pinks, and oranges expanded out in front of her. A front row seat to the end of the day. Her end.
She’d never been up this high before. She didn’t know she could climb so much.
The howls were louder now. They’d be here soon.
She wouldn’t look down into the canyon. Only the vibrant colors.
It’s time. On her terms.
She jumped.
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