There was a kind of perfection that I could not acheive in my mortality; a kind of perfection that I had become obsessed with, even as a child.

I could feel it then, so close, with my hand in Owen's. It was a split, conflicting kind of feeling. I could go and leave this world to meet that perfection, or I could stay in my mortal body and be with Owen; the only light in my pathetic life.

"Angela! Hold on!" He cried out as I held on to his hand tightly. The wood of the railway was creaking under our combined weight, and he couldn't hold on to me much longer. I watched as he looked down at me, gray eyes wide and pained, grimacing as he tried to pull the both of us up onto the remaining track.

"Owen," I said quietly. "We'll both be killed if I don't let go." He stopped for a moment, looking down at me with a confused sort of realization.

"Angela," He began breathlessly. "What are you saying...?" With my other hand, I reached up to his, holding it lovingly.

"I just want to say that I've always loved you, Owen. But I don't want you to suffer because of me. It's my time to go."

"!" He shrieked through clenched teeth, holding on to me tighter. I noticed silent tears begining to form in his eyes. "If you go, I will, too."

"I'd never forgive you," I told him, tears of my own coming, now, too. As much as I wanted this perfection, he made it difficult to leave this world behind. "Please, Owen...don't. You deserve a happy life. It's my fault that you're in this mess to begin with." The wood groaned and gave a little, causing the both of us to stare above with distressed hesitation. I clutched his hand tighter, and he looked back to me with pain in his eyes. "Owen, think about Chloe and Ramsey- what will they do without you?"

"I...they..." He whispered, looking at our hands. Slowly, he began to shake his head. "I don't know."

"This will never support both our weight..." I smiled up at him as another tear fell from his eyes and landed over my heart. "Owen, I love you too much to let you get hurt because of me. If you love me, then let me go."

"But- I," He stared into my eyes with such strength...I fell in love with him all over again. "I don't know if I can live without you, Angela." I tried to laugh, but the only sound that came out was pained and hoarse.

"I'll always be with you," I told him. "In the starry night skies, in the shapes of the clouds, even in the winter frost. All you'll have to do is look around you, and you'll know that I'm with you...but you need to let me go."

He closed his eyes, and I knew that he had made a decision. It wasn't his time yet. "I love you," He whispered softly. And then he let me go.

There was a total silence that swept over the world in the moments following. I could see Owen's face, screaming as he watched me fall. All I could do was smile back at him, watching him, all the while knowing that the jagged rocks below were rapidly approaching.

And they did.

There was a cold breeze that blasted into my face upon impact, when the end of my life came; when my spirit merged with perfection. I later knew it to be called 'death'.