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Sometimes, she wonders. How does it feel to fall?
Fall in love, out of love, from a tree, from a roof, from a high scraper. It’ll probably hurt. A lot of hurt. It makes sense. It hurts when she fallen out of her bed, and her bed was just bit high from the ground, not enough to cause an injury but it hurts.
There’s also the law of nature. The higher you are, the more you’ll be pull by gravity, the faster you accelerate, the bigger the impact, the more hurt it’ll felt. It makes sense. Yet there’s that itch that won’t go away. A feeling in her chest to do, a yearning to be.
It’s not uncommon for her to find herself on the top of a tall place. Sometimes she went there on purpose, most times she was in a daze. Her heart tightens at the sight it would show her. The world seems small beneath her stand. She loves it when there’s a breeze brushing against her. The air of freedom in her midst. It helps her bury her problem deep down and let herself enjoy the sense of calmness the places give her.
She was there today as well. In a pale green dress, brown strappy flat sandals, and a sunhat to complete the look. She went to beach earlier this morning with her friends (they are friends, right?). It was a fun day, just nice break from all the hectic work they were doing. There was an uninvited person that came along but not unwanted. She sighs at the memory and close the door behind her. She found this neat spot when she was touring with Alice. It looks a nice place to relax, and she was right. She smiles at the scenery. A perfect view that captures the essence of the city, glowing golden as the sun began to dip. She made her to send a message in the group chat where she was and put down her bag against the wall.
She walks closer to the edge and place her hands on the railing guard. As part of her routine, she tugs it gently to see how it hold up and pleased to note it was sturdy. She took of her sandals and carefully sat on of the railings. There was a slight pump of adrenaline running course her body. Just a slip and she would fall to the ground. The thought caused her hand to grip the railing tighter and have her lean back. She looks up at the orange skies and smile. The smile turns to a wide grin.
Once again like always, she began to laugh at her situation. She was scared heights yet still yearns to be close to the sky. Her first guardian told her she was reckless; the proof was how she had to save her when she swung the swing too high and accidently released her grip. She had closed her eyes at the time, and it felt like flying. Just a little bit higher, her heart pleaded.
It was impossible for humans to fly. So why don’t she turn it around and just fall instead?