Are you done yet , he asks. His face is full of kindness, shadowed with sorrow. What with? She doesn't look at him. Cannot look at him...

"You're angry." A statement. Not a question. She didn't reply. "You're spiralling." Another statement...

She stood on the edge, her arms spread wide. The wind lifted her hair off the nape of her neck, tying it in tangles. She tilted her head bac...