"When heroes fall from the sky, many more will learn to fly."
-Tony Meloto
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I was no hero.
'Tch,' a slight smirk formed on my lips as I continued to free fall from the bridge. Bits and pieces of it came with me.
I know I was rapidly plunging to the ground below, but in my mind, I was going in slow motion.
Spreading my arms, I closed my eyes and stopped thinking about what would happen when I reached the bottom.
There was no point in trying to think positively either. This could be an illusion, a trick of the mind, or whatever, but it had been real to me from the start.
I didn't want to scare myself.
If death was necessary to get out of here successfully, then let's have that. I shouldn't be afraid of it anymore. The only thing that kept on dying from here on out was Exo's body.
My soul was a constant. I feel like I'm a ghost now. I'm merely borrowing Exo's body, so it doesn't become an empty shell.
