[ WP/CW ] Write out a scene that you 've always wanted to share , whether it 's an action-packed climax , a heartbreaking emotional roller coaster , or some crazy plot twist . There just one catch ; no context allowed .

I stood there, on the edge. The wind whipped at my hair, and I finally, finally breathed easily despite the fact that the gale threatened at any second to take it away. My heart rate had dropped down to a rate that I'd probably call indistinguishable. I could n't feel it pounding any more, as if I was already dead. 
 
 My feet on the grass, the roaring, angry sea below. I shivered. But it would n't matter soon, would it? Just the grey sky behind, the mewling of the gulls. I shifted anxiously. Would they find the letter? Would they... what ifs. The what ifs again. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, savouring the air. 
 
 Personally, I'd prefer the moors, or a good peat bog. It was harder to find people in a peat bog. It preserved their remains better, the cold, acidic water ideal. Once more, I opened my eyes. Once more, I turned to face the bleak landscape behind me. And there... on the horizon. 
 
 Running like her life depended on it, running with desperation and energy I knew she did n't have. Her face, so much like mine but weathered through years. Her eyes full of nothing but fear. I did n't hear her voice, but she faltered, and reached out to me, gasping for breath. Unable to say a word. 
 
 I knew what she wanted to say. What she was probably going to say instead. Inane words of comfort. Meaningless things that she felt were appropriate. She swallowed, and straightened up, and looked me in the eye. Her blue eyes fading to steel-grey, the silvery roots showing in her hair. 
 
 `` You're never alone,'' she said: `` and please do n't think you are. I did my best by you, and I'm sorry that I used you sometimes. You're right, in some things, but princess; you're still young, and easily lost. You're still learning to find your way, and I know that sometimes my molehills are mountains to you, but you're facing things that to you are insurmountable.'' 
 
 She looked at the raging sea behind me, then back towards me. Her forehead was wrinkled, her hand still outstretched. 
 
 `` So please, my precious child: listen to me, I stumbled and fell many times myself. I wanted to stop you from doing the same. I wanted to protect you, oh; so badly. And then one day, I looked up and you were n't that little child any more. And I did n't know what I was supposed to do. You were almost your own woman, and it scared me. Please, do n't take that final step. You ca n't ever come back from there. It will always get better.'' 
 
 She smiled, the tears running down her face: `` You're my little gladiator, fighting those demons that I ca n't even dream of, the demons I ca n't see. Just like that poem by that woman you like so much. But you know, when you need to rest, I'll be here. Just point me at those demons and I'll fight them while you sleep, I'll fight with you even though I ca n't see your demons and one day maybe you'll open your eyes and see that those demons are only shadows after all.''
