She wants to get better, she really wants to get better. She went to see a psychiatrist, take medicine, work hard to eat, sleep hard, and laugh in front of everyone. She did everything she could, but she still couldn't get better. Her heart was broken. It wasn't that a piece was missing, but that the whole thing was broken. If it's not repaired well, there's no use replacing it, because her heart only recognizes one person. That person doesn't want her anymore, that person marries someone else, that person has his own home, his own lights, and someone he's waiting for. She was not the one to wait for. She never was.
Only a small step forward. This step is very small, as small as only ten centimeters. But just those ten centimeters moved her heel away from the narrow edge. The entire sole of her foot was hanging in the air, and only her toes were still on the edge. Her body was swaying slightly in the wind, like a scale without a fulcrum. She knew that just a little bit further would be enough. No effort, no struggle, no pain. Just let go.
