It was thrilling, in those last moments, to be able to see the whole City at once. I watched them run away while Dom yelled at the police.
Because of this, as I fell I was thinking of Amos’ calves with their coarse blond hairs and the way they jutted out with muscle.
It didn’t hurt, not really. Gunshots sound worse than they feel.
As I fell I was thinking of Theresa and how skinny she was. Would anyone persuade her to eat when she was sad?
Amos would. I closed my eyes.
As I fell I hoped he would remember me, and I hoped he could forget me too.
The ground caught me.