from the back of the plane it was all i could do to keep my breath from escaping, from leaping out of my chest through my lips and away from me forever the way she had just... just now. from the back of the open cargo loft she rolled out, rolled away for the last time.
i had to hold on. she couldn't. she should have been strapped in around all four limbs, but the brackets gave way and she's... gone. we're 30,000 up making tracks across the indian ocean and my car just rolled out of the f*ck*ng plane.