I stand on the edge, my ebony hair whipping against my face. It's dusk, but the oncoming storm darkens the sky. Can I do it? I don't know. I grip the diamond that hangs over my heart. The symbol of the promise He made. The symbol of our eternal love. I refuse to think His name. If I think of Him too much, I'm sure that I will not be able to do it. Gripping the jewel, I take a step forward. My toes curl over the edge. I shiver in anticipation. I tense for the jump. As I fall, I think about the promise He made me, and my doubts are erased. Everything will turn out perfect. I will be with him for eternity. I am so caught up in that blissful thought; I do not hear the dark laughter in the wind, or see the dark shadows pushing in on me. And then I am gone. All that is left is an echo. An echo of a soul, tarnished by the darkness He turned me to.