There were so many things she wanted. There were things she hadn’t tried. She wanted to go deep-sea diving and visit Paris. She wanted to learn how to paint and see a play in a theatre in England. She wanted to eat strawberries dipped in Nutella. She wanted so many things.
But, she couldn’t do any of those anymore. She couldn’t face her fears or survive. She couldn’t stay anymore. She couldn’t live the life she wanted, and most of all, she wouldn’t be able to live at all anymore.

The idea made her heartbreak all over again. Silently, amidst everything, she started breathing consciously – to feel the air around her. To feel her lungs fill with air.
With shoulders slumped, she looked around. Looked at the faces before her.
‘Please, I will sign the rights over to you. For everything. I promise. Please let us go. Let my family go. We will move across the globe and you will never see us or hear about us again.’ That was her last act of desperation.
Anything to see her family again.
‘Shush. What makes you think your father will never come around or your brother would not want to claim everything again’ It was Ella with a quick response.

‘They won’t. I will sign a document saying they will not. They will listen to me. I know they will,’ Carola argued. Maybe there was a chance after all.
‘Honey, you could not control your own fiancée, and you think you can control your father. Convince him not to claim his right after all his hard work? How stupid are you really?’

Carola could only look at Ella, who seemed to have had enough of her.
‘Babe, do you want to do it or should I? Elliot asked Ella, smiling triumphantly.
‘Well…’ Ella came towards her, and before she finished her sentence, pushed Carola off the ledge.
The last thing Carola thought was how this was supposed to be her wedding day. The best day of her life.