"She needed to get away, to leave her troubles behind. A step up the cliff for every memory that past through her mind. She remembered when he gave her a rose for the first time, a step. The first song they danced together, another step. Their first kiss, another step. Their first time in bed togother, three steps. Eventualy she had climbed to the top. The view was breath-taking, and the sun was so close she could reach out and touch it. After standing there for a few more minutes she had opened the bag she brought with her. A rose fell from the cliff... And then pictures. No need for memories, our life is not an open story demanding bookmarks..."