Chapter 4

At the weekend, I went skydiving, it wasn't my first time, and it was one of the things I'd missed the most. Ironically, there was something very peaceful about jumping out of an airplane. It is terrifying and euphoric, you are freefalling spinning upwards and backwards and the earth moving closer and closer, you can barely breathe, and the force of the wind is pushing up at you. But with all this is still serene, just you and the sky. It's the most intense and amazing feelings one could ever feel. My phone interrupted my daydreaming, I checked the screen before answering it, Georgina.

"Hello, my dear sister."

"You broke up with Alicia."

"Yes…"

"Oh, good, I hated her. What's this about visiting Granta house? You've always hated there." The plane was ready and the pilot was signaling for us to get in.

"Look, I'm in the middle of something here, just be there I want to see you. Call it nostalgia. I have to go" I hung up and went in.

John, a friend of mine, got closer.

"Was your sister asking about your breakup with Alicia, the One, the love of your life?" He said the last part making a bad impression of my accent.

"I don't know what I regret more if it was saying that or saying in it to you" I answered laughing.

Thankfully, the plane's engine started and it was impossible to hear him. I was already feeling the adrenaline and it was like greeting an old friend. And then the door opened and I looked down, but instead of the usual euphoria, I felt fear, blinding fear. It's not an unusual emotion for a moment like this, but I realized I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. All I could see was me back in a wheelchair again. I was petrified, numbly I heard John calling out my name. I don't know how long it lasted, but I realized we had already landed, I apologized to everyone involved and John got me home. It was the first time I ever felt anything like it, though in retrospect I had avoided my motorbike in the last days. I looked at the sky and wondered what else would be taken from me.