Just another story

She wished on shooting stars and stray eyelashes and birthday candles and fairy dust and 11:11. She wanted so much- so very much- to take off and belong in the sky and to the sky, with him and to him. And then, on a dark winter morning, she found a way to at least be able to feel for herself what it would be like to free-fall for miles and miles and not know and not care and not feel anything else other than the fall.