I stood on the precipice, looking down, out, and across. For countless miles, there was nothing. Not even the empty wasteland so cliched in dreams and stories. No more and no less than an soundless abyss was what I surveyed.

And as the wind whipped through my hair, sending it stinging into my unblinking eyes, I became aware of you. Behind me, as you had been countless times before, I could feel your body brush up against me lightly, and your hands against my back... as you had countless times before.

As familiar as your touch, the sudden jolt against my back, and the weightlessness that comes thereafter.

And as I drifted away, I looked up at your face, as pale as the tears in the corners of my eyes. The colors exploded around me.

I stood on the precipice, looking down. Behind me, you shrugged. I could hear it.

"You'll learn how to fly, eventually. No one is going to catch you."

I ventured a look over my shoulder. "Not even you?"

"Especially not me." Your hands caressed my back lightly again, pausing slightly. Almost without meaning to, I braced myself.

"Why?"

Push.

"Because I love you."

I fell.