I kneeled down, my back to the edge of the cliff, the churning water below me. I raised the dagger to my chest.

Soon the pain would finally be over.

I forced the dagger into my chest, and pulled it down several inches. Then I gasped.

I pushed my hand into the wound and grabbed hold of my heart. With all the strength I had left, I tore the heart from my body, before placing it on the ground and stabbing it with the dagger.

I finally felt right. It was like my broken heart was stopping me from being complete. And now that I was complete, it was time for my end.

My vision was soon blurred by the tears of joy that welled up in my eyes. My life was finally happy, but now it was over.

I smiled as the blackness took over me, and I felt my body fall backward off the cliff.

My white sundress - now stained with blood - billowed around me, and so did my long black hair.

I crashed into the ocean below.

Death was peaceful - happy - but life was much harder. Sure, life had plenty of good times, but it also had its fair share of bad times.

Death was quiet and happy. You didn't feel pain.

I was sinking.

I smiled again, then sighed. Water flowed into my lungs.

I sunk to the bottom of the ocean with a cheerful look.

Death is where I belonged.