The time between the falling, and the dying, was about six and a half seconds apart.
Six and a half seconds. Say it again. Over and over in your mind. Seems to get longer the more you think it. But in reality, it was a very short time.
Her foot slipped you see, and her eyes remained open while she watched the ceiling tilt backwards. Suddenly the air she sucked in was cold, freezing almost. Her hands didn't grab the railing, didn't have time. Her whole body stayed perfectly still. Gravity, its hands were all around her, pulling her down and down and down. Until she hit the bottom.
But she didn't feel anything, she didnt feel the pain of her head hitting the ground, didn't feel her neck breaking or spine snapping. Didn't feel all her nerves being cut off.
The last two and a half seconds all she feels is the sadness of seeing her partners frantic face above her. Already streaked with tears. All she feels is the hatred of leaving them behind. The world slows when you can't feel anything, her mind oddly at rest. She just lay there thinking about how she has wished to see the sky as she died. Six and a half seconds was up.
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Portals To Another World
Short StoryHey so these are random short stories,,, pick a title that plucks at your curiosity when you're bored yknow - striving to recreate the feeling of flying -
