She stood on a high outcropping of the stone quarry that existed before her memories began, admiring the beauty of the water, a peace enveloped her that had been absent for a very long time.
The cliff where she stood was high and the water's depth had been guessed at over a hundred feet. People used to dive and swim here but that, too, was long ago.
The water called to her weakness, promising a release.
She sat, crying into shaking hands while she reviewed her life and saw only emptiness. As the sun dipped below the horizon, she discovered she held no desire for life to continue. There has been love and laughter, but that too, was long ago.
The dark waters beckoned as she slowly walked to the edge, stepping off the cliff as easily as stepping down one step of a long stairwell. She exhaled as much as possible before the water closed over her head, drifting down, she inhaled deeply. Liquid cold filled her lungs with no effort from her to dispel the water.
Her eyes remained open as she slowly sank. Peace, at last, and in her death, she realized she was no longer alone.