The End

"No!" Mage shouted, yanking madly on Forrest's arm. "You can't do this to me!"

"Oh, but I can, my sweet," Forrest replied, dragging her along.

"I am NOT your sweet anymore," Mage growled, trying to scratch him.

"This is what I have to do, Mage. The world depends on it. The cliff desires the sacrafice of the thing you most love."

"Why don't you just throw yourself in, narcissist?"

"Well, that would be pointless, wouldn't it be," Forrest smirked. The canyon loomed below them, getting larger with every step.

"Please, Forrest. I will do anything," Mage cried.

"I cannot change the fact that I love you the most and so I must sacrafice you to get what I want. However terrified and sad you are, I feel twice your pain because I must live with this. You get to die. You don't have to face the cruel world. You don't have to live. You, in a way, are lucky."

"I am not lucky. Let me go, Forrest, or I swear-"

"What? You are not in the position to make deals." And with that, Forrest threw Mage over the edge of the cliff. "Goodbye, Mage," Forrest whispered as Mage went screaming down to the bottom of the canyon. He didn't look back to see if she landed. The piercing quiet was telling enough.