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*** I was dying. That single consuming thought was the only thing which spread all through my mind, wrapping around every single fibre of my being. It was like a jolt which shot through my entire body. I could have sworn that this was a dream. If not, then it was some horrible hallucination which I couldn’t understand yet. But the sensation of falling was real, too real to be ignored. I could feel the weightlessness which consumed me, and the rushing of the air as I toppled to the ground. Damian was looking straight at me, and in that moment which seemed like an eternity, I wondered if he knew what he had just done. I was looking directly at him even though I was screaming and falling to my death. And yet, he looked at me like I was nothing but a speck of dirt on the bottom of his s