You were a bad guy, considered a harbinger of bad luck by women, which made them avoid you. Every woman except your secret fling. After a vacation gone wrong, you two found yourself falling towards the airport of your travel destination. She loved you too much to focus on survival, and so did you, considering the way you looked at her as she and you kept steadily plummeting through the clouds. The way her red long hair blew wildly in the wind while her eyes steadily faced the ground captivated you. To her, you were a god and vice versa.