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Toes tilted over the edge, she looked down.
The faded metal structure beneath her buzzed electrically, sending steady, lively vibrations up her spine. Standing at around thirty feet tall, the bridge allowed her to peer out across the tree tops, partially concealed with fog. Vibrant green leaves had turned to murky shades of brown and red, drooping and decaying with the heavy rain's soak. If she hadn't known any better, she would've guessed this place was built to look aged, royal blue metal dulled and scratched in every direction. It had long since been abandoned by whizzing cars that once drove across, the dilapidated form struggling even under her lightness as she climbed.
Rumbling, the clouds in her eyeliner grew grey: fitting, she thought. Everything she looked at, everything she touched became tarnished. People's livelihoods wilted like dying flowers, wrecked by her mere presence, no wonder no one could ever stay. Her constant melancholic wallowing was exhausting; burning out even the brightest fires inside of the people she loved as they so desperately reached out, begging to help her.
But Daisy was the reason for everyone's eventual demise; she ruined them.
Or got them killed.
It was a perpetual cycle: any time she began to settle and feel comfortable, something would go wrong.
She would destroy it.
So, here she was, teetering on the edge of her own deathbed, willing the universe to let her fall. To drag her under he thrashing waves below and starve her hungry lungs of oxygen as life slips beyond her grasp.
Slowly.
Painfully.
Daisy was not afraid of being hurt, finding solace in the familiar, aching sting of her own pain and guilt and sadness, the only true constants in her life.
Admittedly, she hadn't always been this way: numb, cold, indifferent. Daisy had been joyful and beautiful and bright, finding the good in everything she encountered and clinging to it for dear life.
But now, she was letting go.
Her once effervescent spark was almost entirely inconsequential today, and nothing was enough to make her stay any longer.
Taking one last look up, she wriggled her feet, sighing as she connected with her surroundings- the trees in the distance, the raging east winds, the grotty grey clouds- basking in the rare sentiment of feeling grounded and attached.
Laboured breathing was accustomed to Daisy, yet as her eyeline shifted to the glimmering blue water beneath the bridge, her exhale felt freeing. Peaceful. Her heart longed to be in that water, six feet under, losing oxygen and burning out like a star at the end of it's life.
This was the end of her life, her pain.
One question loomed in her mind: would everyone truly be better without me?
But the answer was simple.
Yes.
They were tired, plagued by sleepless nights worrying about Daisy, drained from following her around, collecting her fallen petals.
She had lost too many parts of herself that she would never get back, even if she tried to convince everyone differently with drooping smiles and a facade of emotional security.
Maybe she could be something more in another life, but for now she was merely a supernova, exhausting her limited fuel.
Closing her eyes, she let her body topple forward.