Warning: Character Death
They called it falling in love, but she didn't know what that meant.
Falling was fearful, a mistake, an accident. Falling was something children did when they learned to walk; something old folk did when their age reached their legs.
That was not what this felt like. This was air beneath her, a flowing breeze, soaring, her heart thrumming inside her chest.
Then, in an instant, he was gone. And the ground rushed up to meet her, and her thoughts went black; and she knew they called it falling because it did not hurt until you came to the end.