In Pursuit of Oblivion

well here it is,my first blog. I'd planned on writing another article but never got around to it.So i decided to put up this short story i'd wriiten a couple pf weeks ago. Feel free to leave your comments or criticisms.
NOTE: This is an amateur attempt of mine at writing stories and does not in any way reflect on my life or any incident as such. It's just a figment of my imagination.Have fun reading it:-)

She stood there in front of the rubble. It had been a full two years. Nothing remained there anymore. Not a thing to remind her of what once was, but remember she did. The past haunted her as always. Those voices, those faces, all refusing to let her be.
Did she really want to forget? No, forgetting would mean letting go. She wanted to have them, those nightmares. She willed them to stay with her. Only they could keep her sane. She’d lost touch with reality, living in the past.
She cursed that fateful night. Despised those responsible for it. But then, didn’t she deserve the blame too? She’d let it happen. She could have stopped it but she didn’t. Why? Had she been so blind? So naïve to trust Him? She’d believed Him, trusted Him. And He’d let her down. They said He always did things for the best. But He of all people had ripped her heart out, took the one person she valued above all. The one most precious to her. She could still feel those tiny fingers curled around hers. She remembered holding him up as he took his first tiny steps. Oh!! The joy, the pride she felt. She could fight the whole world, if only he was with her. If only she hadn’t faltered, if only she hadn’t left…….
Tears crowded her vision, they refused to stop. What right did she have to live? She couldn’t bear the guilt anymore. It was like a cross around her neck dragging her down to the crypt, down an endless abyss. She couldn’t stand it anymore, the guilt, the pain. She ran towards the cliff.
The rain lashed down hard. A thick mist hung in the air. At the bottom of the cliff she could see the waves crashing furiously against the rock.
Just a few more steps, she thought, a few more steps and she’d be free. Free from the guilt, oblivious to the pain. She took a few steps forward……..and stopped.
She could see him walking towards her through the mist. That cute, impish smile on his face, that familiar twinkle in his eye. There was something he wanted to tell her. She could hear him now. “Don’t go”, he said. “Stay, you’re needed here.”
She stepped forward to reach out to him, he was just out of reach. The look in his eyes willing her to live, those tiny hands reaching out to her. “You’ll learn to live again”, he said,” I’ll teach you. It’s not your time yet.”
She stopped just short of the edge, unsure. One small step and it would all end. Yet, should she go or stay? The wind howled all around her, edging her forward, but his smile held her transfixed. He wanted her to stay.
One step and she would be free. There would be no one to shed tears for her. They wouldn’t even know she was gone.
She made up her mind then. She’d die today to live tomorrow. Kill her old life and start anew. She turned around to a new start.
But fate had something else in store for her. It played its last card. A gust of wind blew by and knocked her off. She slipped and fell over the cliff.
No one heard her cry out as she fell through the mist into oblivion….....