The Cliff

My world shook as sobs racked my body, it still surprised me this much pain was possible. I’d lost count of how long I’d been sitting there, the hours seeming insignificant compared to the devastating trauma of what I was going to do.
I slowly got up, wiping the tears from my face. I walked closer to the edge of the cliff, breathing in what would be one of my last few breaths. I was standing on the edge now, looking down into the black, stormy sea below me. I no longer had a good reason to live, so I wasn’t going to. My confidence surprised me, as I took the last few steps of my life. My feet were already half way over the edge, and I teetered dangerously on the edge, knowing full well I could drop at any given time.
I took the crumpled piece of paper out of my pocket, smoothing it out as I reread the words scrawled on its rough surface one final time.

Dear Society
I know whoever is reading this had probably never heard of me, and I probably haven’t been reported missing. That’s okay, that’s what I expected. My name is Jasmine Isabella Hale. My drivers licence and passport are in my jacket pocket, so you can identify me properly. This was suicide, no accident. No one is responsible but me. I killed myself because I couldn’t see the point in life anymore. My family is dead, Jasper, my husband for 2yrs, is dead; everyone else has left me, unable to stand my pain. My will is in my pocket with my licence and passport. I want to be buried near Jasper, if possible. I apologise if I’ve caused you grief through my death.
Goodbye Cruel World
Jasmine I. Hale
00:00am 01/01/10

Satisfied with its content, I secured it under a nearby rock, pinning it to the ground. All preparation complete, I drew in my last breath, holding it for ten seconds, before I stepped over the edge.
And, as I fell to my death, I screamed.

You may have realised that I can't write short and happy simultaneously. Sorry, it's not something I can help.