Standing on the edge of cliff in this moment she decides to have this conversation. But why here of all places I understand it’s important and this place is still, you hear nothing but the waves crashing and the minute sound of a bird in the back singing a song of love. I can’t focus on a word she is saying. Her eyes are telling a story all on her own, but yet I still can’t hear her. I can see the pain that’s leaking from the windows to her soul, but all I hear are the secrets of the ocean calling to me, the sound of the waves are whimsical. I’m getting lost in everything around me, I am starting to lose sight, I can’t see her. But her words are starting to become clearer as they mix with the sound of the ocean slapping me in the face. The words are enormous like in movies as they slide across the screen. They are daring me closer to the edge. Now she is shouting of course, I can see the fury in her eyes, but the louder she gets so do the waves, and the song of the bird. Its getting to the point of a high pitched scream, its blood curdling. She knows I am not paying attention, even though I am trying; I am still lost in her eyes with such sadness they hold. As she screams the waves get higher, and higher. She starts throwing her arms in the air begging me to pay attention, to give her something that would give her peace of mind, anything. Finally she drops, she drops on her knees, and she drops so hard I swear the ground shakes; shakes harder than an 808 drum, and she is all but coming undone. I pier deeper into her eye searching for something, I am not sure why I can’t quite focus. I know this is important, but there is something beautiful about this torture I am putting her through , I am not sure why though. I know this is sick, I know I am hurting her I know I love her. But this moment this scenery it’s all so surreal to be standing at cliff and the waves, Its quite dramatic. And in an instant my phone rings I know she will be pissed if I answer, but it’s important. I put my finger up and take a step away from her putting my back to her. I know she is screaming even louder now but I can’t hear her over the waves though I see the words bastard sliding before my eyes. And in an instant it all stops the only sound i hear is a splash and it snaps me out of my own hedonism and as turn as around she is no longer there on her knees. She is nowhere to be seen.