I jumped. And immediately regretted it.

The fear stripped me of all the other emotion that had been clouding my judgement. My wife, my children. Their faces all flew through my mind like the frames of a length of film.

"What have I done" I wondered as the air flicked my hair about. Pulling at my clothes as if it wanted to help me and stop my rapidly accelerating decent.

Then there was just disappointment. No sadness, no fear, no anger. Just disappointment. I had always sat on my high horse whenever I heard a story of one committing a similar act to my own. Reminding people of the selfish nature of other jumpers, but yet, here I was. Falling. Not just any person falling however, I was a hypocrite too.

And then there was nothing.


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