This last week had been the hardest in his life. He felt that everything that had happened was piling up on him. He needed to be free; this was one way to do it.
"Aerrow?" He heard.
Glancing back he saw Piper in the doorway of the hanger, but he didn't respond. He sighed and leaned farther over the edge of the ship, letting the wind blow his hair back from his eyes. He just needed to take one step…
"Aerrow! What are you doing?"
Again he didn't respond and Piper from gasped behind him, noting his position. He was perched on the outer-most part of the port bow of the Condor.
"Sorry Piper" he murmured.
Aerrow stood up from his crouched position, looking back, into her eyes. He grinned sheepishly, but his smile fell and he turned back to the night sky around him.
"Aerrow don't-"
He jumped.
The wind whistled in his ears, stinging his eyes, freezing his face. He laughed, elated by the falling sensation. He fell past the clouds, closing his eyes as the Wastelands drew closer…
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