Quiet. Can you hear how quiet it is? We were left alone in this silence. For us to think. To understand that this cannot continue. This is torture. This unbearable torture. I want to die, if only it wouldn't hurt so much. Every time. Every time you disappear into the morning haze. Leave me here. Leave one. Leave. Away! We are too close to the world “on the edge”. Push me into the abyss, and save yourself. The world shook. Overturned. Bright lights flashed before my eyes. And I slipped off the railing.