There’s nothing for it, but to jump.
Peering over the edge, I almost hesitate. It’s a long way down.
Behind me, some of my friends, well, I say friends but…they’re gesturing wildly, their lips are moving but I can’t make out what it is they’re saying.
There’s a silence in my head, a kind of calm that washes over me.
I’ve pictured this so many times.
I’ve been wanting to do it for a while.
I wonder how long it’ll take till I hit the ground.
I wonder how it will feel. What I’ll be thinking – will my life flash before my eyes? Will I have time to think?
How quick will it be?
If I don’t jump now, I’ll always regret it. I’ve regretted it so many times already.
One last look, and I hurtle myself into nothing. My body arcs out, far and high, like a high-dive Olympian. Or so I imagine.
Seconds feel like years.
It doesn’t feel like falling. But I am. I’m falling.
My heart’s in my mouth and I’m petrified and thrilled. This is the most excited I’ve felt in years.
Below, I see people waiting. They can wait. The end will come soon enough.
The wind rushes, tugging harshly on my clothes. My limbs are flailing, but I manage to bring one hand close.
I pause before deploying the parachute.
I really must do this again sometime.