Letting Go.. (Short Story)

Alone in a world of darkness, consumed by fear and suffering. Left with nothing but shattered memories of the past. She stood on the cliff top, watching the blurry waves, crash against the rocks below her. The wind tugged gently against her, beaconing for her to move closer, almost daring her.
One event can alter so much. 5 simple words, had changed her life. But what scared her most was she had no control, and no one who understood.
She could taste the salty tears upon her lips, but tears did not even begin to explain how she felt. A bird screeched in the distance. She could vaguely make out the reflection of the sun decending over the waters. But none of this mattered anymore, for she had no one to share it with.
When she was a toddler, her father used to take her here. She remembered sitting on this very cliff top, with tears streaming down her face, but back then it had been a scraped knee, and he had been there to wipe away the tears, he had been there to comfort her and tell her everything was going to be alright. But this time he wasn�t. This time there was no one to wipe away her tears, and this time it would not heal like a scrapped knee, it was death and nothing could fix it.
Slowly, the sun began to sink below the surface of the water, lost in the waves, leaving her in darkness. A warm breeze blue against her tear stained cheeks, as a shiver ran down her spin. It seemed like such a perfect night. But it was in the nighttime she had lost him. Awoken to the words every child fears. �I�m sorry, he passed away�
She had known it would happen some day. She had feared it more than anything else. It should have been her. At least then she wouldn�t have had to face the pain of knowing that there was nothing that could be done. It was know ones fault, and that�s what scared her the most. There is no control over death.
Broken from her thought, she turned around hearing voices, followed by laughter. It was a family, out for an evening stroll. She could feel her eyes burn as she watched them, her hands hung limp at her sides. That should have been her. It should be her walking happily with her family, with no cares in the world.
But instead, she was sitting here, trying to understand why her father had died. She had seen him getting sicker and sicker, she had listened to the doctors tell him that it would be the end soon. But she had never believed it.
What had once been her happiness, was now a distant memory. Her father was gone, cancer. It could happen to anyone. So why did it have to be him. Her life had seemed such a happy place but now it was nothing but emptiness.
She watched the waves lapping up onto the shore, in and out again, bringing with them stories of laughter and happiness, memories of the past.
Her Father had taken her to the beach every morning. Together they would splash about in the waves, with no worries in the world. She used to collect shells and thread them onto a necklace, which her father had helped her make.
But that was a memory of the past, something that would soon be nothing more than an empty feeling. She fumbled around with the necklace, trying to undo the clasp. She wanted to mark this place forever. She wanted someone to feel the happiness she had felt when she had been with her father. Taking a step closer to the edge she open her hand, watching as the shells disappeared into the waves. Someday someone would find it, wandering whos it was, not knowing how it got there or what it meant. They would pick it up and smile, like her father had done when he had made it.
Lost in a sea of memories, trapped in empty suffering, just like the necklace know was.
She stood above the world consumed by a hopeless silence that a scream would not break. The clouds danced around her feet pulling her closer to the edge of life.
In one step forward, all the pain would be gone and she could join him again. One step back and the empty suffering, that her life had so quickly become, would trap her forever.