I am walking on a crowded street. I don't know where I am going. My mind is completely empty. I don't even remember what happened today. The only thing I can remember is his words, "Do you want to break up?" and every time those words flash in my mind, I feel like someone is stabbing me in my chest.

I have completely gone numb. I want to speak, say something even if it to myself, but it feels like words have lost their way to my mouth. The pain, the reality of him slipping away from my hands is unbearable.

I have been walking for hours. When I look around, I see lots of trees. It's pitch dark, the only light I can see belongs to the moon... I don't even know where I am, and I remember leaving my purse at the restaurant along with my phone. Somewhere back in my head, my subconscious is reminding me I have no way of going back, but I ignore it because I don't want to go back. I keep walking towards the slope and find myself at the end of a cliff.

The view is beautiful. The air is pure, surrounded by nothing but peace. No cheater boyfriend, no-absent friends, no dominating mother and no people who make me feel so naïve. I am all alone, lonely for the first time in my life. As I sit down at the edge of the cliff, my mind wanders. Do I ever need to go back? Will anybody miss me if I don't?

Do I even mean anything to anybody? Aiden doesn't want me, my mom wants to lock me in a cupboard and keep me there forever, my dad and I were never close and my sister, I am not sure about her. My life is a mess. If I die today, I can start over in a new life.

The thought of death shot a bolt of lightning inside me.

Am I thinking about this? It doesn't seem like a terrible option. All I must do is jump, and I can be free from all my pain, from all the toxic people in my life, from every negative thought. Yes, this is exactly what I want. I want them to miss me after I am gone and think about what they did.

I get up and strode towards the tip of the cliff. I am going to jump and end this once and for all. My heart is racing, and my face is flushed, fear flowing through my body instead of blood. I am going to do this; I assure myself.

"Why are you jumping?" my heart almost explodes, listening to his crisp voice coming from behind.

I instantly look back and there he is, a tall, handsome young man standing a few feet away from me. He is pale white with fuzzy yet straight hair. His eyes are green, curvy, sharp eyebrows, and he is looking at me in amusement.

"Who are you and when did you get here?" I yell, trying to get a grip of myself.

"I was here all along. You walked past me," he responds.

I stare at him, confused.

"You were lost in your thoughts. You didn't notice me," he continues.

His statement doesn't surprise me. I don't even remember how I got here.

"You didn't answer my question? Why are you going to jump?"

"That's none of your business," I say, embarrassed.

"I know, I just think you are wasting a splendid opportunity."

"What opportunity?" I say, moving a little closer to him away from my deathbed.

"If you really want to die, make good use of it. Suicide is for cowards," he states, smirking.

How can he smile in a situation like this? And why am I listening to this crap? I don't even know him.

"Who are you?" I say a bit more harshly than I intend to.

"Noah ... Noah Foster." He extends his hand casually as if we are meeting at a pub.

"I am not a coward. You know nothing about me." My eyes are clogging up with tears again.

"You lost somebody? Or betrayed? Most suicides are because of these two reasons. You are wearing a really nice dress, so I assume money is not the problem."

He sits next to me and offers me an apple from his sling leather bag.

I can't believe this person. I was going to jump off a cliff right In front of him, and he is behaving as if this is the most casual situation he has been in.

"You should go, I want to die in peace." I pout, folding my arms to my chest.

"And carefully," he adds.

I stare at him, puzzled.

"What I mean is die carefully, as in make sure you die and not end up without a limb or with your eyes popped out."

What?

I am completely taken aback by his remark. Before I even realize it, I am staring at him with my mouth wide open and imagining myself without limbs or eyes. It's terrifying.

He pulls me down, forcing me to sit next to him and also bringing me back from those horrifying imaginations, and extends his hand, offering me the apple once again.

"You can even die after eating the apple. The cliff aren't going anywhere."

"It's "isn't", not "aren't" I correct him.

"Uh?" is all he says with a confused look, then he laughs loudly. The moonlight glistening on his face and his beautiful green eyes filled with life. He is no doubt the most handsome person I have ever seen.

Ava, what the hell is wrong with you? You are about to end your life. Sex should not be in your mind right now, but two months is a long time.

"Stop staring, I am a conscious person," he scolds, covering himself with his jacket, pretending to be frightened.

I can't help but smile at his crazy antics.

He cocks his head to the left and looks at me, grinning.

"You can stare...after all, it's the only action you are going to get before you die."

He is so forward and blunt. It surprises me and angers me at the same time. Who does he think he is? I look away from shrugging my shoulders.

We sit there in silence for a few minutes. He eats the apple he offered me before.

"Are you not going to stop me?" I prompt, curious.

"Nope, just want to know why you are doing it...curious that's all."

I have always been a conservative person. I couldn't express my feelings, even to Aiden. There was nobody I was ready to talk to, but something about him is different, plus I am going to die, anyway. This shouldn't hurt.

I tell him about Aiden and my mother. I tell him my life was practically hell, and I wanted to feel wanted, even if it was after death. Strangely, talking to him lifts the heavy weight off my chest. I feel a little better.

"So, you want to teach your boyfriend and mom a lesson?" He asks.

"No, I want them to miss me, to feel the pain of me gone." There is anguish in my voice.

"Potato -potato, same thing Cliffy," he scoffs.

"Cliffy?" I barely even met him, and he is already calling me names.

"My name is not Cliffy," I whine.

"I met you at a cliff, what else am I supposed to call you?" Noah argues.

"I have a name, Ava," I say looking into his eyes. This is the first time I have noticed how dark they are. Even hypnotic to an extent, and a little playful. He has beautiful facial features. His nose is sharp, and his lips are fluffy.. How will it feel to suck on them?

"Do you want to teach him a lesson or not? Suicide ain't going to do it." He snaps his fingers in front of my face, hauling me out of my wild thoughts.

This break up is having a terrible effect on me. Apart from Aiden, I haven't even admired a guy in my life. Liam is handsome, but I have never thought about sucking on his lips. Is this my mind's way of coping with the breakup, sex? Maybe that's why people have a rebound. I ignore my lust-driven thoughts and concentrate on his offer.

His offer is intriguing, and I am curious to know what he is thinking?

"How?" I ask so softly that it's almost a whisper

"How about making him your murderer?"

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