She stepped on the edge of the building and looked down, 50 story’s below, the cement waits for her. She looked all around and gazed at the fascinating sunset in front of her. The wind blew her long hair behind her. From behind, her hair made it look like she had white wings. The sounds of cars below was muffled from the strong wind in her ears, she put her hands up to the side of her head and closed her hazel eyes. It was silent for her, a warm sound rang in her ears. It was the sound of her heartbeat, and her blood flowing. She opened her eyes again; looked to the horizon, beyond the buildings. She whispered something, then spread her arms out wide and fell forward.
She kept a straight posture as she fell, she closed her eyes again and twisted her body around, her back facing towards the ground. She stared at the sky, the night creeping slowly, time was slowed for her. She impacted. Her eyes rolled back, her head flung forward, and her arms and legs smacked down, her body was limp for a few seconds until she opened her eyes again, she smiled. She sat up on the balloon, and she slowly floated to the next building over.
“What a rush,” She grinned. “It still gives me goosebumps.” She laughed now and got out her phone and typed in a message; “ANOTHER CRAZY FLY, MY WINGS WORK OUT WELL!!!” She uploaded her blog status and soon jumped off to the building next to her.
“What the hell?” A deep voice asked as she stepped on the the building. “I thought you were suicidal, but I was to scared to say anything, seeing as you were falling when I got out here!” He yelled. She turned around and say a tall man wearing a black suit. His hair was a dark color, brown with a tint of red when the sunlight hits it. His eyes were a piercing blue and his skin was light and fair.
“Who are you?” She asks, this man in front of her has always been her type. She hated her own race, their disgusting habits, everyone she knows has one, but this guy was a foreigner, from some other country and he had an accent. She stood on the edge of the building and swallowed.
“I should be asking you that.” He sighed. “Oh well, my name is Mitchel Durayni, now… who are you?” He stepped and she stepped back, only realizing that it was too late to move forward. He ran up to her and grabbed her wrist and pulled her in to his arms. “Be careful!” He yelled and she had to laugh.
“Me? Be careful? I just jumped off a building!” She laughed, she tried to move but his arms were holding her tightly, she sat there and sighed until he released her. “My name is Amity Havard. Happy now? She walked to the other side of the building, she would have to jump soon to reach her destination. She stepped on the edge and Mitchel grabbed her wrist.
“What are you doing!?” He tightened his grip.
“I need to get to where I am going. Let go of me.” She insisted and he did listen. “You can watch if you want, just don’t scream. I’ve done this a lot.” She laughed nervously. She stared at the horizon and closed her eyes again. She fell forward and turned around, and when she opened her eyes, she was staring at Mitchel. His mouth was gaped open and she laughed as she landed on another blimp, which took her to another building.