For Me

Falling.

I slowly shuffled to the edge of the building.

Shit. I was really going to do this.

I knew I don't have much time, by now I could feel the heat of the flames on my back.

I turned my body around and moved back as far as I could to the edge.

My heart was pounding and I couldn't help but start shaking.

God please forgive me.

I really don't wanna go to hell.

I took in a deep breath and leaned back.
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Wind rushed passed me. My hair flew upwards as I fell down. I involuntary flipped to where I was facing the ground while falling.

No! I don't want to watch!

I felt as though every thing around me got slower. The sky looked orange and pink like a sunset, yet it wasn't even 10. The ground and the forest trees looked brown, and everything looked so blurry, but I didn't feel like I was crying. I looked down and saw the ground slowly getting closer.

Time. Why was it so slow?

I looked to my side and saw locks of my hair flying next to me. They looked beautiful. I could see my arm outstretched and my fingers moving.

Suddenly, I felt warm, like I wasn't alone. I turned my head to look down, and saw someone.

He's under me, as if I was on top of him. His jaw was sharp and his cheeks were so hollow. His eyes watched me as if I was about to do something.
I could still see we were falling from the corner of my eye, but I was to fixated on him to care.

He had silver armor on his wrists and had a single strap going from his right shoulder to his left waist, as if he had on a bag. His arms were crossed and not once did his gaze leave me.
I noticed some thing white next to him. I looked at them and saw wings.

Wings.

I stared at them curiously. They were so white and long.

They were beautiful.

I had an urge to touch them, to see how they feel. I couldn't help my hand slowly reaching out for them. My fingers softly stroked one of the feathers. There soft.
I looked at him and saw his eyes were watching my fingers. They immediately snapped towards my gaze on him. His jaw looked clench, like he was tense.
I could feel tugging inside of me because of this.

He was upset? Why?

My fingers left his wings and slowly went to his jawline. I touched him softly and began to stroke his jawline, thinking that maybe it would make him feel better.

My eyes went to his to make sure it wasn't making him angrier.

His eyes stayed the same. He didn't seem bothered by it, he seemed as if he couldn't even feel it at all.

I looked at the ground next to him and saw we were getting closer. I frowned and looked at him sadly.

I blinked back tears and slowly pulled back my hand.

This got his attention.

As soon as I moved my hand he glared at me. His eyes turned cold, filled with hate. I stopped my hand where it was and stared at him.

"I'm sorry." I said quietly.

I looked past him then at him to see if he knew we were falling.
He still glared at me.

The look on his face was scary and unsettling. I slowly moved my fingers back to his jawline and continued to stroke it, but I was worried more about us falling.

I nervously looked at the ground again. We're so close to it. I swallowed a lump and tried to hid my watery eyes.

I felt a soft stroke on my cheek. I looked and saw him with his fingers brushing my cheek.

"It's not your day to die."

I stared at him while bracing for impact as the ground behind him finally reached us.