The hairs on my neck were like fire on ice. The wind ripping past my body shook my entire being, making me stumble dangerously close to the edge. Her hands were at my shoulders, gripping me like I was a last hope, but I really wasn't.
My eyes were blurry and I couldn't feel the hard steadiness of pavement and the wind seemed like it would cut through the flesh resting on my skeletal frame. I saw my life flash before my eyes, but it wasn't worth watching. I felt a sma-
I was gone.
