Wind whispers gently against the soft folds of a faded silk dress causing it to flutter against sun kissed flesh. She softly exhales as bare feet brush against the cool grass beneath her with each step forward her hands clutching a worn piece of paper like it would shatter beneath her touch. Memories scribbled with uneven writing cluttered and jumbled of the past clinging like they might fall as she felt the ground shift beneath her. The harsh stone dug into the bottom of her feet as she approached the cliff, the cool breeze catching in her throat as she took a quick breath and paused.

Her hands trembled as fingers grasped the edge of the parchment, hesitant for only a moment before she closed her eyes and tore it first once then twice, each piece becoming more insignificant. As she opened her eyes she slowly opened her hands and lifted them up, the now confetti like pieces of her past caught by the breeze and whipped into the air, scattering upward to the sky.

She was no longer a hostage to her past.