The Tragic Decline and Rise of Elle Louise BlomThe wind rushed past her face, sandblasting her already-soft-cheeks and button-nose. Her whiskers danced against a backdrop of billowing pink and yellow clouds, majestically dwarfing Elle's meagre frame as she stood dizzy at the precipice. She dare not open her eyes, just keep them closed and immersed in the soothing rhythms of her long blond hair as it stroked her face.
"The air tastes so much purer up here." She thought as she inhaled deeply and calmly through her nose. "I miss my old life. Before these fights started."
She held her arms outstretched like wings, feeling the air in between her fingers, and running up her back. Her finger-tips were slightly sweaty. She could hear grass rustling beneath her feet, and trees creaking in the distance. She felt at once a part of the potential beauty the world teases us with. In that moment she began to lean forward. It happened slowly as she tipped herself off the cliff like the final domino in a chain.
Elle plummeted. She still dare not o