I jumped.
I didn't look at up at him. I knew he would jump with me - he had to, he loved me too much to let me go like that.
I smiled. I loved the feeling, the slowing of time, as one fell. I felt the wind whooshing past my ears, billowing my hair.
"I'm coming home, darlings." I whispered, as images of my real children entered my head - her smiling face, his innocent grins.
And then I hit the pavement below.
But I didn't wake up.