The wind seemed to speak to Liberty. Standing on the roof of her apartment building where she'd very often sneak up at the end of her day to gaze at the sky. The time the sun was about to set was her favorite. The colors in the sky helped her soul gain the peace she'd loose during her busy day.
- Did you know the sun is just a star?
- What? The sun is... the sun and shines all day, stars come out at night.)
- The sun is a star, it was born a star and it will die a star, just like you.
- I'm no star.
- Tell that to the tabloids and gossip sites, darling.
She remembered every single word of their dialogue on that day. How warm her body would feel around him, how she didn't mind losing her sleep over their long conversations, how much she longed for her shootings to end so that she could meet with him up here on this very same spot.
It was a month since she said goodbye to him. The last time they met he could not see or hear her, let alone talk to her. With all the drugs he was on he was nothing more than a breathing corpse.
- Drugs help him sleep. They make his pain go away, a nurse told her.
And Liberty only bowed her head and headed to the exit. The only one to see her tears was the mirror in that elevator.
A sudden gust of wind brought her back to the present. The wind was whooshing in a peculiar kind of way. It didn't sound much like a normal whooshing. It was sharper. It sounded more like a whistling. But was it?
Wait! She knew that tune! She'd be able to recognize it everywhere. She knew it very well because he'd whistle it to her every time he held her in his arms to fall asleep.
It all seemed right now. Two steps forward and she's on the ledge. The closer to the edge she gets, the louder the whistling becomes and the stronger the wind blows. And on its ethereal arms it lifts her and all the way down it twirls and twists her.
She's not falling. She's sinking into a whirlpool that will lead her to another dimension of being. Hopefully one where he doesn't need to take any more drugs as he doesn't need to be in pain anymore.
- Goodbye, Jonas. We will meet again.
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