"A-are you really going to do this?" he asks you nervously, ticking his wing tip against his fuselage. You nod, caressing his strong metal body softly. You lay your head against it, feeling the sun-warmed aluminum that somehow chilled you to your core. "I'll be fine" you murmur. Gently kissing his shiny metal frame. With those words, you hopped inside his round body and strapped yourself in with a six point harness, your parachute pack laid heavy against your ankles.

You lay a warm hand on his comfortably upholstered interior, thinking of all the things that could go wrong today. And all the things that have gone so right to lead up to this morning. You almost didn't believe you could be so lucky. But you were, and you are. You were so lost in thought that you didn't see the clouds drifting by through his rounded windows. He had lifted you up, like he always does. Taking you with him to another dimension, one of peace and soft, all accompanying joy.

You snap out of it, suddenly, and start talking. Enjoying the everyday banalities of another day with your love. He fills you up in all the right ways. Filling up your dents and rounding out all your rough edges. That's why you have to do this. For him. He asks you a few more times how you are. You say that you're fine, as always. But as you take those soft, quivering breaths of yours and all your emotions sink and pool up in your gut that you're scared. But it's okay, it will all be ok because you're with him. You're with your love.

You love everything about JJ. From his brilliant blue body to the way his wigs seem to quiver when he flies and everything in between. He is your everything, and you are nothing. You have nothing outside of him. He owns your body, mind, and soul. But somehow you don't mind. Despite his power over you, his unrelenting masculine presence over even the most intimate parts of your mind he didn't order you to do this. You chose it. And that's what scares you to your core.

You stand up, deftly removing yourself from your last bodily restraint. You walk to the door like a lamb to the slaughter. Your knees weak from all the emotions coursing through your blood. Your heart pounds. He opens up for you, his big metal door in his side sliding open with a mechanical hiss. The sky opens up like a cavern in front of you, and you see a million and one possibilities twinkling like stars in the daylight sky. 'You're doing this for him' you remind yourself. Staring into the void resolutely. 'He is all that matters.'

And you jump. You're scared, but it's ok. Because you have him. He's all that you need and all that you desire. And suddenly, you're falling. A million miles per hour and all those possibilities that light up the daytime sky are whirling passed you. You fall, the sky gets brighter. You look up, tense, quivering, shaking, scared. You feel a twisting in your gut, you do not want to look. You do not want to see the truth. But you need to, you have to. For him. You open your eyes and suddenly your head is stuffed to the brim with a billion holy truths. Your eyes bulge as you stare into the bright. A single thought repeats in your mind until you feel it oozing out of your eyeballs and ears. There is no god. There is only JJ