Close to the edge, so close, each nudge pushing me the slightest bit closer to that seemingly endless fall.  My stomach lurching as I looked down over the side of a sheer drop, straight down, rocks and water churning at it's end, barely visible through the thick white fog.  Her words brought me back, no matter how fleeting they may be, her hand a firm hold on my life, the gun safely tucked away in her jacket pocket, safety on.  So thankful I was for that.  I looked to my side, whispers from the others taunting me and I took a step forward, teetering on the thin blade of beginning and end.  The knife twirled and thrown and saved as I attempted vainly to remain balanced on it's cutting side.

"Suicide is a permanent solution, to a temporary problem."
Port's words ran through my mind, and suddenly I recalled the next sentence she had uttered.
"Plus I haven't met you yet !"
I smiled in spite of myself, how I loved her.  

What was the problem anyways?  Those shadows, the demons, life, love?  I didn't even know, simply a question of did I want to try.
Sometimes I didn't, but this is something I simply could not go through with, her voice calling me back sweetly, pulling me out of the depths of sadness like a fish, a catch, a prize.  

She had won me over, whether she liked it or not.  I took another step backwards, ground reappearing under my feet.  I would never take that plunge, it was impossible.  At least with her around.  I again noted the gun in her pocket, praying she would never take advantage of that particular detail.

She could push me farther than the others, the whole way over.
If falling for someone was crazy,
I was the definition of insane.

Cradled carefully in my friend's arms, I closed my eyes, warm, at least for now, the chillly air unable to reach me surrounded by them.  I think I could fall asleep, safely nestled there.  Suddenly I realized...

I think they would miss me if I were gone.