She was up on there. He was sure of it. She had always said that the constant wind calmed the senses. He ran up the narrow, rocky trail to the highest cliff on the small island. They used it as thier secret hide away. No one else knew about it.
He reached the top, and squinted. The bright Hawaiian sun irritated his eyes. Through his blurred vision, he saw her. She was on the large boulder that overlooked the ocean. Both her arms were extended sideways and her head was bowed. Her long, sun-bleached hair blew frantically in the strong wind.
"HEY!" He screamed, but his words drifted away in the wind. He froze, unable to move, as she took a step to the edge of the rock, closing in on the crashing waves in the rocky ocean water. She took a deep breath, bent her knees and jumped.
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The constant wind no longer calmed the senses. It creeped him out. The cliff was no longer thier secret hide-away, the whole island knew about it, and of her story. Stories spread through word of mouth. None of it was true, though. Some say the wind drove her to insanity, others say it was her parents. He was the only one who knew the real story. It was his fault - all his fault.
He took a step to the edge of the rock, closing in on the crashing waves in the rocky ocean water. He took a deep breath bent his knees and jumped.
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