Let Me Go

The wind whistled as it buffeted her body. She clung to the rail, dizzy, as she watched the waves crash onto the rocks far below. Across the open water, the sky burned with blood, a dusting of clouds smattered about the horizon. Slicing through the crimson, a single crow captured her eyes.

Behind her, the light began to spin in circles, adding a ghostly cast to the evening's gloaming. In shaking hands, she stroked the book for which she gave up her dream job. The binding was worn almost through, yet the pages were still somehow in near pristine condition. She could never go back now, not since she'd made the stupid decision to become a thief.

Slamming her fist onto the metal railing, she felt tears come to her eyes as she cradled her hand. In her other hand, the book thrummed to the beat of her heart. Unbidden, she felt herself move as if to take a step closer to the open sky.

Dimly, she knew she did not want to move at all, but yet, she could not stop her body from twitching in its eagerness to respond to the urge. Frantic, her eyes searched the sky for answers even as it taunted her. From the corner of her eyesight, the looping font on the cover of the book, dona mihi animam, drew her in further. Not quite a title, she thought, it was too beautiful, too awe-inspiring for that.

The thrum turned to a roar that buried her senses beneath its lull. At times, she thought she could hear voices calling to her, but there was no one anywhere nearby. Standing on the railing now, she joined the crow, her flight far more graceful.

Water droplets sprayed upwards.

The book lay still, but for its heartbeat.

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