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I'm falling.
There's nothing around me but darkness. I can't see anything here, it's just an endless void. But there's no air rushing past me as I fall. There's only nothingness. It's almost like I'm floating down but there's a fierce tug around me that tells me I'm most certainly falling. It's almost like I'm being sucked into something deadly and monstrous.
My stomach feels so queasy, I could throw up. My head's spinning wildly and I'm desperately trying to hold on to something. I can feel my arms scrambling around in the thin air, searching for a ledge in a futile attempt to stop myself. Anything will work. I'm just trying to stop this fall into a bottomless pit, slow it a bit if not anything else. I'm afraid of what will happen when I hit the ground. I'll completely break apart. I'd be crushed to pieces.
Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.
On what?
And why?
Why should I hold on, even? Why shouldn't I let myself just hit the ground and get broken? Why shouldn't I just let this misery end? Is there something even worth all this suffering? Is there someone worth holding on for?
There must be.
Something. Anything. Anyone.
Someone.
Him.
Then I am floating, actually floating this time. There's no tug in my stomach now making me feel sick, my head's no longer spinning. I'm calmly going down, down, down.
Till I settle into something. Somewhere. In someone's arms. It's him. I know it's him. I can detect his faint smell of hospital soap, butter, smoke and cinnamon. I can see and feel his golden aura, a blanket of warmth and comfort.
Simon Snow.
Simon Snow is holding me in his strong arms and there's light everywhere, killing the tendrils of darkness around me. He's bright and benevolent as the sun, bursting with life. He's bright and pure and true. He's Simon Snow.
I can count the moles on his cheeks, I can trace the freckles on his face with my eyes. Lips curved up in a fond, gentle smile.
I know what I'm holding on to. I know the reason why I'm holding on as well.
Blue eyes.
Bronze curls.
The fact that Simon Snow is the most powerful magician alive. That nothing can hurt him, not even me.
That Simon Snow is alive.
And I'm hopelessly in love with him.