It crept up on me, my breath hitched, my heartbeat was rapid, vivid images splashed into my mind. I looked back. No one was behind me. My breath hitched again, my heartbeat was only ever increasing. I couldn't take it anymore, I looked down the sky-high building and comtemplated the consequences of jumping down in a few seconds. I took a step out and fell. I braced myself for the impact expected, but there was none, I kept on falling but there was no end to it. I felt a slight tug on the collar of my shirt and looked up, I was dangling in mid-air. I flailed my arms around me, seeking for help, no one was there. I screamed in terror as I realised the position I was in. I started moving my arms in a climbing motion hoping to walk up, I started elevating, as if someone was pulling
me up, as if I was floating. I reached towards the edge of the building. I was hauled up to sit on the edge.
This feeling creeping up inside me, it lifted me up through an infinite amount of height, it made me warm, it made me smile.
It was called hope.
