"Uh oh."
If Riley thought the breeze from the window had been strong, then the violent wind now slamming against his face as he plummeted from the sky was a storm.
Falling from 1,500 feet, most people would've been screaming. Panicking. But Riley felt only a strange, serene calm. Perhaps even... relief?
Perhaps this was the universe's way of telling him that he had enough fun. Now, it was time for...
Peace.
His only passing thought was that Hannah and his adoptive parents might think he had committed suicide.
And maybe that wouldn't be so far from the truth. He could die right now, and maybe the world would be better for it. No.
The world would be a better place.
He was young—but not naive. He was fully aware of what he was becoming. Or rather, what he was losing.
Humanity. He was losing whatever humanity was even in him in the first place.
And even now, as the wind howled past his ears and his reflection flickered in the windows speeding by, he remembered.
