The little boy stood at the edge of the cliff. He looked down, wondering in enchantment how it feels like to fall, fall, fall. To just let the gravity lead him downwards till he loses his ability to breathe, till he crash his head against the cold, rough gravel, till his blood overflows and paints the gravel in a deep, crimson red. He took a step forward and closed his eyes, feeling the ecstasy pulse through his body as the cold wind blew past, as though rushing him to jump into the endless well in front of him. He then sighed and took a step back, and walked awa-[pause]
He took another step forward and plunged into the darkness.

A body lay broken and awkwardly twisted on the ground, some far distance down from the cliff. Many people passed by every day, but none had bothered to look down. No one saw the damnation of the once beautiful child. As the years passed by, the gravel gradually covered up the bones that was left behind, erasing even the only proof of existence that the forgotten and forsaken child once had.

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