"One, two, three, drink."
There's you, there's me, there's us.
There she had been, smiling and standing and leaning too far over the edge to be considered safe and whispering, “You feel it too, don’t you? This pull?”
"Oh but my darling, what if you fly?"
Everything, anything, to forget about you.
I open my eyes to find the end of the world
So this is the last you will hear from me. This is the last documentation of my thoughts that no one may ever find. This is the final piece. And now, I will jump. Part 3 of the Before and After series.