Your feet shifted, teeter-totter, getting dangerously close to the edge—you felt your stomach churning, your vision getting blurry as you looked down. The building was high, too high even for you. But you couldn’t back down, not now, right? No, not now. Deep breath, stand back, it’s time.

Your toes untouched the overpass, soon you’re water bound; eyes locked shut but peek to see the view from halfway down. The View From Halfway Down. Oh, it was terrible, the view from halfway down. So terrible your heart skipped a beat, racing in your chest like a reminder that the situation was real. It was not a dream, for God’s sake. It wasn’t.

Thrash to break from gravity, what now could slow the drop? You regretted it all, your life flashing before your eyes—all you’d give for toes to touch the safety back on top.

But that is it, the deed is done, silence drowns the sound. Before you leaped, you should’ve seen the view from halfway down. You really should’ve thought of the view from halfway down. You wish you could’ve known about the view from halfway down. But just then, instead of the cold, you felt warmth enveloping your body, wrapping around you tightly and securely. “Wow, okay.”

“That could’ve ended badly, very badly.” Hawks, Number Two hero adjusted his grip on you, and your feet softly touched the ground as he gently put you down, eyeing you all over to search for any injuries. Safe and sound. “Did you slip, or?” he wasn’t even sure of his question. Didn’t exactly look like you had slipped, did it now?