Falling
Her world was falling apart literally as the ship creaked and cried, slowly breaking apart inch by inch. She knew the fall was inevitable and braced herself for impact – but it came sooner than she expected, as the ship snapped in two instead of following it's slow descent to destruction.
All of her calm poise deserted her in that instant: panicked, she grabbed onto one of the splinting planks that were still somewhat intact. Her hands blistered and bled, but she didn't care: her survival instinct had kicked in, and she was going to hang on for dear life. Unfortunately, her survival instinct was not enough to quell the destruction of the flying vessel – her life line eventually broke – and she began to plummet to the ground.
She closed her eyes and waited for the impact to come.
It didn't. Not just yet. She felt a warm hand grab onto her wrist. Her eyes snapped to attention at her savior. They went from shocked, to content as she peered into his determined gaze – and it was then that she realized.
Dying wasn't so bad if she could see him one last time.
The remaining half of the airship burst into flames, and they were separated. As she fell, she saw only those determined eyes peering down at her.
And then, her world faded to black.