Jenna's long blonde hair fluttered in the breeze. The wind felt cold against her skin but soon it wouldn't matter. She couldn't go on, not like this. He was gone and her heart was broken and yet ...
“I can still feel you, Collin, your warmth encircling me, the touch of your hand …”
She knew that was impossible. He died, leaving her to face a life without him.
She looked down below wondering if it would hurt when she hit the water.
She leaned forward, but the scent of Collin’s cologne tickled her nose, making her hesitate.
“Don’t do it, sweetheart,” Collin’s voice caressed her like a kiss. “You must live for both of us now."