I stood against the ledge, and looked up at the sky. It was one of the palest blues I've ever seen. The wind brushed against my face, and I now knew what heaven was like. I wanted to spread my arms and fly down to the bottom. I wanted to run away, from everything. I simply wanted to run away. I heard a voice. That voice. "Claire." I lifted my face toward the sky, imagining …showed first 75 words of 798 total…

…showed last 75 words of 798 total…to care, to stay long enough to hear me, hear what I had to say, though I rarely did say anything at all. I felt a single tear trail down my face, and I started thinking. I burst into sobs. It felt great to finally let everything out. My dad walks back into my room without saying a word, and put his arms around me for the first time in 4 years, since my mother's death.