Standing on the precipice, I can see my past. Can see the beach where my last life ended. Dragged beneath the chop, hands flailing, body gasping for air. Realisation set in, there was no despair. I had taken one dip too many, fate had caught me in it's watery vice.
In an instant though, I am granted a future. An angel from above dips her wings into the murk, pulling me from fate's grip.

I can see the building in which my future body shudders, smoky tendrils rising from my fingers. Again my saviour is there, again I cannot fathom her identity.
Delicate fingers flick the switch. I fall to the ground, too weak to look up. Once again, she's gone in a flash, no memory in my mind. Only the stories and a shadow to haunt my dreams.

In the present the rocks beneath me crumble. I lose my vision, lose my grip, and begin to stumble. Thoughts begin to flood my mind, from both past and future, disjointed images of my saviour.

As the world tilts, my anguish turns to fondness. I remember the face, the touch. Little else matters to me now, I havent much time. Gravity begins to take effect. Fate looks up at me, bares its teeth and leaps, it has me now.

My fall stops, a heartbeat from oblivion. Perplexed, I turn. She is there, saving me again, image blurred through nausea. I am pulled back from the edge as the angered snarl of fate echoes past my battered body.

Vision returning, I pray to look up and see her again. I had lost her long ago, I can not bear to lose her again. Through tears I look up, she is gone. Yet she is still here...she was always here...always will be here.

And still, I miss her.

-Gaz