I stood at the edge, teetering.

The wind blew at me from all sides, making me sway back and forth. All I could hear was the gale howling at my ears.

The ocean's salty tang penetrated my nostrils, coupled with the light sprinkling of rain from above. For a wild moment I thought that the universe was doing what I haven't been able to for the longest time: crying.

I dared to sneak a look down, and I could see the rough patches of rock dotting the seascape below. The waters swirled about angrily, as if impatient for its newest prey to fall.

Me.

Was this where it all began? Where I died?

Where someone else was born in my place?

I let go of the blanket, and the wind whipped it immediately away from my grasp.

At the back of my mind I was amazed at my strange calm. No, not calm, I corrected myself. I was numb. My heart-the essence of it-has long been dead for a year. I was a living, breathing corpse.

I close my eyes, and I step forward.

I remember thinking the fall was surprisingly short. Before I hit the water, I wanted to whisper my parents' names.

But it was his that came to mind....