Grief stood at the ledge of an unwanted building, prepared to jump. She could feel her bones weakening and her body close to collapsing. The air was a cold knife that grazed her skin.
Her sadness created tears that turned to fog in the sky. She could see nothing now; only the lie that she has been abandoned by Hope. She was ready to let the fog consume her, she was ready to disappear.
"Hope left me," Grief sobbed. "Goodbye, world."
Hope was on the other side of the sky, waiting. He was prepared to hold her in his arms.
"I'm right here, Grief," he whispered at the sky. "I never left."
Grief stepped a little closer to the edge, her hair whipping in front of her, her legs losing balance.
"Good bye." She said.
"I'll still catch you." He said.
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