[It felt like reaching a peak... like standing on a high roof-line and looking down the rush of air that hits you when you lean too far out over the edge. It felt like the thrill of the jump, of throwing yourself out there your arms out while you free fall and just before things get too close to dangerous- the whole things is dangerous, but in delightful thrilling ways- you pull the cord and the chute opens and you get yanked back, to float to the ground.
That's how it should feel.... so close to the edge she should feel that yank back- that intensity of release that comes with it. That flood of ecstasy that comes when she reaches that point. It should feel like life- and death all in the same moment--- and yet it feels nothing like that...
It feels like nothing...
It's dull and empty and she can barely manage a soft breath of a grunt in response to Sharon's hand on her cheek, to her voice. Natasha feels like she's watching everything through a heavy iron curtain, she's heavy and lifeless.. Her breathing is labored, shallow and slow...
Vaguely, she realizes she's being moved she can't muster the strength to try to fight. Something went wrong. Very wrong....]
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That's how it should feel.... so close to the edge she should feel that yank back- that intensity of release that comes with it. That flood of ecstasy that comes when she reaches that point. It should feel like life- and death all in the same moment--- and yet it feels nothing like that...
It feels like nothing...
It's dull and empty and she can barely manage a soft breath of a grunt in response to Sharon's hand on her cheek, to her voice. Natasha feels like she's watching everything through a heavy iron curtain, she's heavy and lifeless.. Her breathing is labored, shallow and slow...
Vaguely, she realizes she's being moved she can't muster the strength to try to fight. Something went wrong. Very wrong....]