Falling
Description
Your life was crap. The night you're given a chance to get rid of it all, you're given a chance to start over with a man you don't even know. What do you do?
Foreword
You took a step closer towards the edge. You could almost picture yourself now– falling, falling, falling until you reached your early demise. The image seemed wonderful to you, more tempting then a drug. Beautiful, even. The image of falling was such a wonderful thing to you that it created a rush of excitement, making you feel more alive then you ever have before. Just as well- you're about to die, anyway. May as well be eager about it.
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