Jump, her heart told her.
No, said her brain.
Do it, counseled Wisdom.
You can’t, cautioned Self.
She stood on the edge of the precipice – one of life’s many, really – and knew that everything was about to change. It amazed her to think of the road she had taken to get here. Sure, she had been the one to put one foot in front of the other, but she had done so without realising, asking, knowing where she was headed.
The story of her life.
Hindsight is a remarkable thing. Without her journal, would she even remember how prophetic her words would prove? Of course not.
She thought back to all that has happened, the paths she had chosen that have led her here, all those nights she wrestled with her thoughts on the lonely road.
And now, here she was.
If she jumped, what would happen? What would happen if she did not?