User:Widget The Darling

Prologue
The cold sea breeze, carried by a gust of wind, plows into my pale face. The rain, stinging and sharp like a thousand needles crashes onto my face, as if my face is a battlefield on enemy territory and the rain is the bombs. The water from the haunting sea crashes two-hundred feet below, slamming against the razor sharp edges of the cliff; Dark, Deep, Welcoming. I take a deep breath, smelling the sweet salty air, tears brimming my eyes and a smile- a real one for once- plastered across my face. I'm getting ahead of myself though.