Thread: On the Edge (Thaedael&PoetDreamer)

His foot was tucked gently against the wooden crossbeam that formed the X of the the fence, his body hunched along the flat wooden top of the piece, hands slowly being brought to his face, shielding a lit match. The wind flickered the flame towards the hand that had shielded the match, before it finally made contact with the end of a flattened cigarette, the ends of the rolled tobacco finally catching, a small flicker of fire before giving way to the slowly glowing amber ring that confirmed it's ignition. A testing puff, then once more, before, content, he shook the match in his hand extinguishing it. He tossed it to the ground easily before crushing it against loose gravel with his free foot. It was a quiet early evening for him, the party having ended earlier in the evening because of the home-stretch for the university students. As a result, he had wandered about the Lover's Peak, a local tourist attraction that was popular for couples giving it the namesake it bore. About him the beginning of a rain storm started, the gently falling drizzle heralding the storm to come. The wind brushed through the pine trees of the gentle slope, rustling their branches and making the area come alive with the sound of trees swaying. All was right with the world, he thought to himself. From his vantage point he could see the lights of the small city below, the way it's form snaked through the dark sea of green trees, following the form of the major river that it followed. As the storm drew closer, more people had made their way home, the lights flickering on further on by one. The city was almost a reflection of the starry sky that had graced the skies above, now hidden behind the rolling storm clouds that had hidden their view. He continued to lean against the wooden fence that kept people away from the sheer cliff-side that overlooked the southern edges of the city. He pulled the cigarette from his mouth, holding it gently between index and middle fingers, letting it hang loosely from his hand, glowing ashes falling from the edge as he gently tapped it. With his free hand he pulled his black hair off his forehead, holding it against his temples, a pounding headache from the loud music that had played earlier, giving him cause to close his eyes and bare the brunt of the pain. Gently, once more he opened his brown eyes to the city below, the lights flooding back into his consciousness. It was a small city, more of a town than anything else, but it is where he had grown up most of his life. It was where he had spent his time as a student, where he continued to spent his time as a university student. Against the back-glow of the city below a female form stood one level down from the highest peak, standing on the edge of a sheer cliff. He smiled to himself, before drawing the cigarette close to his mouth once more, allowing it to hang on it's own between two pursed lips. She probably was enjoying the sights of the city below as well, he thought to himself. He puffed at the cigarette once more, watching her draw closer to the edge. His mind clicked, the scene before him taking a darker tone as she drew closer and closer to the edge on the level below. His mouth went slack-jawed, the cigarette falling from his mouth, his foot swinging free of the fence. Pushing against the ground, feet digging into the loose gravel of where he stood, he begun to run, before the cigarette finally hit the ground below, a shower of ashes sparking as it fell to the ground. It was not right, not as it seemed. It was known as Lover's Peak, but it was also the site where something like fifteen suicides a year take place. He drew nearer, sprinting like a bat loose from hell, before sweeping her off her feet, knocking her to the ground.