"Where are we?" The disembodied voice of a young woman softly whispered, her soothing tone echoing itself like the softly plucked string of a harp.

  "I don't know..." Came his reply. He could only see the deep blue marble of the sky and feel the rushing of the wind against his back.

  "You're falling..." Spoke the voice, sounding a little disappointed.

  "I know." He responded back to her, he could hear the sound of wind rushing in his ears. He didn't know how long he had been falling. The empty sky was all he could remember as long as he'd been conscious. He had no recollection of any existence where what met his senses now was any different.

  "Do you want to see the ground and know how long you have left?" The voice whispered in his ear.

  He slowly shook his head side to side, his hair whipping wildly in the strong wind, "I don't want to see, it's better this way." He softly spoke, not even sure if he’d said the words or mouthed their meaning.

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  "Are you afraid of dying?" The voice once again beckoned.

  "No, I stopped fearing death when I learned it was always inevitable..." His vision was becoming hazy as tiny droplets of water flew from his face, flying upwards away from his body as he plummeted downwards.

  "You'll die alone like this..." The voice spoke as if she'd be the one to end up alone.

  He shook his head, eyes closing and a smile forming on his lips. "No, I was never alone, I've always had you..." He opened his eyes again, he could sense it, the ground must be nearing. His arms stayed outstretched and palms opened. He would not fight against nature in some futile effort to break his scientific understanding of gravity. He knew there would be no stopping how he was to die, the pieces were in play long before he knew who he was or why he was falling.

  "Do you want to hold my hand?" He could feel the voice coming to terms with the knowledge that he wasn't fighting to survive. He nodded and closed his eyes, bringing his hand forward to grasp at nothing. The skin on his palm soon felt a little warmer. He couldn't tell if this was his mind playing tricks on him. He felt as if he could finally feel the voice of the woman whom he'd grown accustomed to over his last fleeting seconds.

  "Good bye, Vincent, I'll be waiting for you..." He could finally start to hear the sound of the breeze hitting leaves. The natural world going about its life, a smile crept onto his face.

  Thump.

 Author: Vorpal