When an Angel Cries

A top of a cliff looking down onto seeing a familiar building with smoke coming from the chimney, the snow starting to come down into the mountains again that night. Four logs around a fire pit, mountains all around the view breath taking on a full moon. With a dangerous cliff that drops over 50 feet from the edge down to the ground below. Her hands tucked into her leather jacket, still in her gown from the party she just left. She looks down and wonders if I feel would anyone hear me. What if she walked right off that cliff, with a silence into her, would anyone care if they found her body drenched in the snow. Would anyone really miss her.

She shakes her head and whispers how stupid she is for thinking like that, as she lifts her head to look at the stars above. It has been a really bad week for this young Brutor, no wonder her mood is sullen and she sought refuge, some place to think away from all the noise. She whispers something she told her older sister about him “Yes I love him. I love him more than anything else in this world and there is nothing that I would like better than to hold on to him forever. But I know it's not for the best. So no matter how much my heart is going to break, I've got to let him go so he can know just how much I love him. I can make it through this.” She wipes the tear away from her eyes, trying to be strong, she said goodbye to her first love, someone that deserves to be happy. He is her best friend, her confidant, her teacher and she couldn't make him happy, so why be selfish and she let him go. The greatest act of love she could have shown him, and the most single hardest thing she has done, she whispered "Goodbye." She gave him back his federation dog tags, she cries still, it hasn't been that long. But, she will get through this because there is hope in another, that maybe even perhaps, she can find that happiness with this one that she so desperately yearns for. A faint smile creeps across her face as she thinks of the man that has come into her life, remembering the caress of his hand on her cheek. She mutters "Distraction." Is it? A distraction from the pain that burns deep inside her chest, perhaps but why not. Why shouldn't she allow herself to be happy? Times change, people change, people grow sometimes apart and sometimes together. At least her first love is happy, and they can be friends, let that be her solace tonight in this moment.

She steps to the edge of the cliff, feeling the wind whisk through her dreads, her legs shaking from the cold that is there, holding her engagement ring in her hands, knowing that this is the time, this is the place. Its time to put this past behind her even if it kills her, that it breaks her heart to let go, then she thinks of a saying her dad told her once and speaks it softly "To let go isn't to forget, not to think about, or ignore. It doesn't leave feelings of anger, jealousy, or regret. Letting go isn't about winning or losing. It's not about pride and it's not about how you appear, and it's not obsessing or dwelling on the past. Letting go isn't blocking memories or thinking sad thoughts, and doesn't leave emptiness, hurt, or sadness. It's not about giving in or giving up. Letting go isn't about loss and it's not about defeat. To let go is to cherish the memories, but to overcome and move on. It is having an open mind confidence in the future. Letting go is learning and experiencing and growing. To let go is to be thankful for the experiences that made you laugh, made you cry, and made you grow. It's about all that you have, all that you had, and all that you will soon gain. Letting go is having the courage to accept change, and the strength to keep moving. Letting go is growing up. It is realizing that the heart can sometimes be the most potent remedy. To let go is to open a door, and to clear a path and set yourself free." She slowly opens her hand, wanting to put the ring back into her pocket, as she takes a deep shaky breath, closing her eyes and letting the ring fall to the basin below. She drops to her knees weeping in the snow. She whispers goodbye to him again and stands up, now she is truly free to accept something from someone else. Will it happen? Only time will tell.

The hardest and most selfless act of loving someone is letting them go when you know you can not make them happy.