Jack ran out of the Athlone home, heading towards the woods. He passed the edge of the perfectly cut grass and was met with endless branches. They thrashed at his skin and tore open his shirt and jeans. He was covered in cuts and bruises and red. Red everywhere. All of his healed scars on his wrists were breaking open and starting to bleed. But Jack didn't care. He ran faster, his vision beginning to blur with tears.

He made it to a grassy path among all the trees and stopped. He rested his hands on his knees, catching his breath. He looked around and saw the edge of the woods through a spot in the trees. He started running again, full speed.

She would be near the cliff. The one with the tree and the rock and the beautiful shore. It couldn't have been far from where he was now. The spot was getting brighter as he got closer and closer. He finally reached the edge of the forest and burst through the unforgiving branches.

That's when he saw her. Not her, but Signe. Pacing at the edge of the cliff, mumbling to herself. He was about half football field away from her, but he still stayed quiet. Her hair was in that same bun, but she was wearing a tight dress and had a simple necklace hanging perfectly over her collarbone. She was beautiful.

But that's not who Jack came for. He came for her. He looked down at his watch, and the time read 4:45. He'd been running for more than half an hour. And he was very, very, late to their date. He guessed Signe had realized he wasn't coming, and left. He was about to approach her when he remembered his bloody appearance.

Instead, he decided to get closer to hear what she was mumbling. He made his way closer and closer, not worrying about hiding himself. She was still facing towards the ocean and failed to notice he was there.

"Or the cliff." She mumbled. Jack stared as she twiddled her thumbs.

"Or Jack." She said. He stood petrified, not realizing she saw him. But she didn't turn around, so maybe she didn't know. Why did she say my name? Or Jack or the cliff. Was she going to jump?

"Or him.........Or the cliff. Or Jack or him or the cliff." Signe stared off the cliff. "Jack didn't even show up. He doesn't care." Jack could feel the pain echoing through every word. She took a deep breath, preparing to yell. "But there is something about his god damn voice!" She screamed into the open air, letting it marinate in her head.

"And HE said he would meet me." Signe said, on the verge of tears. "But he hasn't showed up either!" She said, slinking to the floor. She was now under the shade of a tree, the branches hanging low. Signe propped herself up on a large rock, tracing her fingers along something etched into the stone. Jack saw a single tear fall from her cheek onto the rock, slowly rolling off into the dewey grass and soft soil.

"No one loves you." She whispered. She paused for a moment. She stood back up, brushing off the dirt. "The cliff it is." She said solemnly, making her way to the edge. Jack was too petrified to even move and save her.

"It's fine. You can do this. It's going to be fine." She chanted, closing her eyes as she stepped closer to the edge. "You told yourself to leave and you did. And you told yourself to go anywhere but here! Death is anywhere but there. You're fulfilling your promise." She took another step forward. There was only one step left until she went tumbling.

But Jack remembered something.