Falling Down

How fun. Trapped in a probably endless fall to death.

Except that there is one person here with me.

I don't know his name, or how he got here.

But together, we are

F A L L I N G  D O W N

--------~~°°~~--------

Silence and wind is the only thing to listen to as we fall. We seem to have  stable oxygen supply, so I decide to strike up a conversation.

“Uh… do you like waffles?” I decide to start out with a question that doesn't relate to what is happening to us right now.

My voice sounds as if it was left behind meters above us.

The guy stares at me.

“We are falling to our deaths, and the conversation starter you think up is, ‘Do you like waffles.’ What is wrong with you?”

I blink at him for a heartbeat and shrug.

Then I proceed to pout.

“Fine then. You start the conversation.”

He sighs.

“My name is Jack. What is yours?”

I grin.

“Mr. Titanic, eh? Sing me a solo!” I can't even remember the movie at this point.

“Absolutely not.”

He grumbles.

It sounds more like a growl here.

Jack speaks again.

“Your name…?”

I blink.

“Only if you answer the question.”

He blinks back at me.

“Which question is that?”

“Do you like waffles?”

Jack sighs. Should have been expecting that from me.

“I like pancakes.” Comes the simple answer.

I gasp; offended.

“Traitor!”

He glares.

Then sighs once more. Apparently he likes sighing.

“What is your name, you dumbass.”

I smirk.

“Hi, my name is dumbass. Pleased to meet you.”

He nearly smacks me in the head. I dodge. Nicely, might I brag. It's very hard to dodge in air

“Joking, it's Gabe.”

“You seem like the exact opposite of an angel.”

It takes a moment to register in my head.

“How rude!”

I pout and he chuckles.

“How are we even able to be talking right now?”

Jack asks.

“If we can scream,” I answer. “Than we can talk.”

“Not exactly…?”

I look at him.

He shrugs the best he can.

“How did you even fall?”

“I tripped.”

I say.

“Seriously?”

“Ya.”

He watches me while I finally take a good look at our surroundings and situation.

I can see Jack just fine, but it looks like he's behind a layer of gray film.

Like we are in a cocoon surrounded everywhere by inky darkness, but we can still see each other, even if it is gray.

My stomach feels like it's flapping around in my body. I suppose I didn’t notice the pain of the wind hitting my back until now. Ouch. Stupid wind.

“I was pushed.”

Hearing Jack’s voice makes me look back at him.

“By who?”

I ask.

“My ex as of now.”

“Ouch.”

I wince.

“Yeah.”

“How’d she find the Drop anyway?”

He sighs.

I continue my question.

“I thought only authorized personnel, aka. Rich Elites could learn where the Drop is…?”

“I’m a rich elite. I told her.”

I gape at him.

He glances down into the darkness.

Then a question lights up in his eyes.

“How were you even able to trip into the Drop if you're not a rich elite?”

I chuckle.

“I guess you're never going to find out.”

“Why?”

Then he sees it.

“Guess nobody ever lives to tell the tale of the ‘endless’ Drop.”

He smiles softly, no doubt recalling the best moments of his life.

“I suppose so, you dumbass.”

--------~~°°~~--------

They say people relive their last moments before death reminiscing their life and life choices.

Apparently I am not one of those people.

I just spent the last moments to be filled with happiness on the fact that I had made friends with a person who was categorized as a Rich Elite.

But I guess that nobody will ever know, and that is okay. Because it mattered to me.

Anything that falls into the Drop never comes out.

Any secrets told in the Drop will be kept. The Drop never says.

F I N.