The world fell away.
Wind roared past Aiden's ears as he plummeted downwards , the cliff's edge shrinking into a sliver of jagged stone above him. The night air bit into his skin, sharp and bitter, but it didn't compare to the cold sinking into his chest.
This is it, he thought. He was going to die.
There was no miracle waiting at the bottom, no sudden burst of fire to break his fall, no hand to catch him. Just stone. Stone and gravity.
His thoughts spun faster than his fall.
He didn't scream. He didn't panic.
Instead, he thought of faces.
He thought of Adrian's first- smirking like always, probably getting into trouble even when he wasn't trying. He was loud and reckless and always a step ahead of everyone, but he had never once left Aiden behind. He wouldn't take this well.
Adrian would blame himself.
Aiden wished he wouldn't.
