So I stood there, feeling like I was on top of the world. And I closed my eyes before taking a step forward. Not seeing is not hard. But feeling is. But thats what I have been doing for the past ten years. It wasnt hard for me. The feeling of falling wasnt there anymore. I felt like I was flying instead. And when I reached the ground, my whole body ached. But because every inch of me was in pain, I couldnt feel anymore. I felt numb. And slowly, I drifted away. Foreword Its been stuck on my head for days, no, weeks! And I just find myself randomly thinking about this but I cant bring myself to write a story because I dont have a good ending for it. And I dont like stories with endings that leave the readers hanging. Because Im the kind of reader that dont like things like that.But then again, why not make one and have an indefinite ending? So...what youre about to read is probably just a draft. I will make a longer one. Maybe. Maybe not. Theres no guy or girl in the story. Im just refering to them as he/she/him/her.