Plummeting
Her fall was hard. She should've seen it coming, should've realised that it was bound to happen. But she didn't. She didn't see any of it until it was too late.
She slipped. Her grip on everything, on reality, loosened, and she fell. Plummeted, really. She'd fallen before, but not like this. Not to this intensity.
This was a fall she knew she would never recover from. And there was nothing she could do to stop it.
She fell, and fell hard.
It was a good thing Joe was waiting, arms outstretched, to catch her.
fin.