I did so, not wanting to break anything as I landed.
When my feet touched the ground, I felt my body shiver and shake from the adrenaline rush that was like a tsunami inside my veins.
“You did it, boss!” Jay yelled with the camera facing me.
No doubt this video was going to be shown to everyone at work.
My legs wobbled with every step, but I managed to step out of the landing zone, so Logan could fall.
“How do you feel?” Jay came up to me, his face completely lit up from excitement for me and from watching me do something so wild.
“I feel alive.”
There were no truer words that I could think of to describe this moment. I’d leaped off a building, conquered a fear, and come out the other side. This was living. To know that you were afraid and choosing to do it anyway.
I felt on top of the world, a shaky world where I could fall over at any time or vomit everywhere world. But still, I’d fucking jumped off a tall building.
I had flown.
My eyes looked up, not toward the sky for heavenly assistance, but toward Logan as he excitedly screamed on his descent.
He’d shown me what it meant to live without letting fear control me. I didn’t need help finding my path in life anymore. I understood who I was and who I wanted to be from this moment on. And I’d found my new inspiration—him.
