Fall From Love by Heather London

lips. “Bullshit, if you think you’re
getting off that easy. I’m not going to back out now and miss you singing at
Sterling’s again.” She shakes her head, looking back towards the plane. “Nope,
we’re going to do this together. It’s something I’ve always thought was stupid,
crazy and reckless, but you know what? We’re twenty-one-years-old. How many
more years do we have to be stupid, crazy and reckless?”
    She’s right. I know
that; however, it doesn’t help calm my nerves.
    “Come on, let’s do
this before my courage totally evaporates,” she says, getting out of the car.
    After signing over
our lives on a few pieces of paper, watching a short video, and getting dressed
in the appropriate gear, we’re ready to go. Since it’s our first time, we will
be going tandem with an instructor and I’m thankful for that. I don’t know if I
would have the courage to propel myself out of a plane.
    As we walk to the
plane, the instructors are going over a few things with Jenna and I, like how
we will be clipped together, how to position our bodies when it’s our time to
jump, and to remember to breathe when we are spiraling back to earth. I’m not
sure how this situation got so flipped around, but I think I’m freaking out
more than Jenna right now. Her fear and worry has been replaced with something
else… excitement. She looks almost giddy as we climb into the plane and take
our seats in front of our instructors. She glances over to me as the plane
leaves the ground and smiles.
    “This is it,” she
screams over the loud engine. “The only way our feet will touch earth again is
if we jump from fifteen thousand feet, free fall for sixty seconds, and
parachute the rest of the way down, before making a crazy landing back on the
ground.”
    She is enjoying
this way too much. She’s supposed to be freaking out and I’m the one who’s
supposed to be excited and encouraging her. I try my best to smile because,
deep down, I think she’s having fun with this.
    We’ve only been in
the air for a few minutes when I glance out the window to see that we are
already really high up. My instructor taps me on the shoulder and shows me with
a watch on his wrist that we’re at seventy-five hundred feet. Oh, God .
My stomach twists as I realize we are going to jump from twice this height. We
already look so high up!
    “Hey!” Jenna
reaches over and grabs my arm.
    I turn to face her.
“C’mon, loosen up a bit! We are about to skydive! You were right! This is
living! We haven’t even jumped yet and I’m already feeling the high!”
    I exhale a long
breath and take another one in. She’s right. This is it. This is what I want. I
want to face my fear. I want to feel alive again. I want to try to convince
myself that I can feel something other than sadness.
    Before I know it,
my instructor is tapping me on my shoulder again, pointing to his altimeter,
showing me that it’s go time... fifteen thousand feet. Jenna and her instructor
are first. They begin to scoot down the bench and towards the open door. The
wind noise is so loud, and all I can think about is what my instructor told me
before I boarded the plane. Head back, keep legs straight, and remember to
breathe.
    Jenna’s feet are
dangling out of the plane and I can see her instructor whisper something in her
ear. She glances back to me with a smile—a smile that is full of fear,
anticipation, and excitement—if a smile can hold all those emotions at once.
Her instructor leans back just slightly, his hands on either side of the door,
and then he pushes them out. I hear a shrill scream for just a second before
it’s just the sound of the loud engines, the wind, and the pounding of my heart
in my ears again.
    My instructor and I
are scooting along the bench, and all I can think about is how quickly Jenna
disappeared out the door and into the sky. She was gone in a second. My heart
is pounding as the instructor tells me what to do once more as we