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Audacious
scene below shine strange colours of red and orange. 800 feet of air
flowing beneathme. Aflock of birds chirping and flying above. When
I jump, I would become another speck in the sky, yet instead of flying,
I would be falling.
As I stepped out, I immediately began to drop. I was graciously,
elegantly and calmly falling. The surrounding buildings were now a
blur and the dewy evening air soaked my clothes. Everything was so
quiet. I could only hear the beating of my heart and the whirling of
the wind rushing past my ears. 27 seconds and I would be on the
ground, feet landing heavily in the park below.
My hands promptly searched for the buckle to release my chute.
My numb fingers failed to grip the clasp, my heart rate escalated,
making my head thump.
The ground was nearing, the trees becoming bigger, the worried
faces of the people below becoming clearer. I was spinning now,
everything was smearing together as my head became a haze. Goose
bumps emerging from my neck. James’ words running through my
mind, see you at the bottom, see you at the bottom. I knew I wasn’t
going to make it. I knew that this jump was one too far. I continued
to fall with the wind brushing through my hair and the cold air
nibbling at my skin. I was too audacious; a risk taker. This was going
to be my last jump.
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