She let him take her hand and lead her towards the edge.
“Look at it,” he said calmly. “Look at the world down there.”
She knew that there was no use trying to talk him out of it. Once his mind had been made up, all those weeks ago, so disappeared all hope of saving him. She let him take her with him only because she knew that without her, he’d suffer more.
“It’s beautiful,” she said as their shoes toed the edge.
Every day during February I’m going to write a piece of creative writing inspired by a prompt. The prompts have been taken from here, although I may shuffle some of the days around if I fancy.
Some days I like to write open-ended stories and let the reader tie up the strands I’ve provided.