Jean pressed his hand against the glass,” But-what?! No!” Shrieks echoed down the hall, they were getting closer. Someone had to think fast.
Jean pushed his hand away, and spread it wide. In a flash, the wall broke, he had cut through glass.
No time for questions, because Jean pulled me into his arms and threw himself off the edge.
Any other time, suicidal, now, the complete opposite. As we cut through the wind, I thought of everything in life. What brought me to this state, a psychotic old man, or me? I mean, I didn’t believe a real live meteorologist, someone who studied that shit for a living.
I always assumed that, just like in the movies, life would flash before your eyes, you know. I was wrong. All I could think about was Jean, and how I loved him to the depths of my confused heart.
While I reevaluated my feelings for Jean, I just kept falling. Falling, falling, and I wasn’t stopping. This was the end? This was spectacular ending I was hoping for?
Okay, I guess falling dramatically with your love is sort of romantic, a Juliet and Romeo twist. Yet, obviously, this wasn’t exactly the happily ever after.
But, one thing did happen correctly. I died with a bang.
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