IN HIS ARMS(BXB)

At the cliff's edge, the wind howled like a mournful symphony, its icy fingers tugging at my clothes as if urging me to join the abyss below. With a voice raw with grief, I cried out into the vast emptiness, my words swallowed by the echoing void. "Mama," I called, each syllable a painful admission of loss, "life without you is meaningless. You'd have wanted more for me, but I can't bear this pain any longer. I'm sorry, Mama, but I have to follow you."



As I braced myself for the final leap, a sudden warmth enveloped me, pulling me back from the precipice. A strong hand clasped mine, anchoring me to the present and offering solace in the face of despair. With tears streaming down my face, I turned to see who had saved me from the brink of oblivion, only to find a stranger whose eyes mirrored the ache in my own soul.