雫

What's the wind speed right now?

No. The air right now is still.

The one moving through it is me.

I am moving through it at a frightening pace.

I am falling through it with a frightening pace.

I'm falling.

The sensation of my body can't keep up with the speed of my fall.

As if colliding and bouncing off a transparent obstacle, my consciousness is now a great distance above.

And yet, something frightening pulls me ever farther and farther down, gripping my heart and not letting go, as it slowly rips body and soul in two and slashes both into a thousand pieces.

Agh! I can't take any more!

Just as I think that, the awaited moment visits, as easily as a television dropping its signal.

In my last moments, I think I can hear someone's grieving voice.