A cataclysmic schism, enormous, sudden and gaping; swallowing whole houses, trees and cars. With knuckles white she clings to the edge, rubble and branches falling past her, lost forever.
Is this the end of the world?
Searing pain in her hands as they keep her from death; creaking tree roots, car alarms and the howling wind through the canyon accompany her thoughts.
"Does he know I'm here?"
"Will come for me?"
"Will he love me forever when I am gone?"
The rubble loosens beneath her fingers, a clump of earth, dislodged, bounces off her face and into the void below. She begins to weep softly in her desperation, as dark clouds roll across the sky, shutting out the light. Eerily cold, she holds on no more.