Flying
Title: Flying
Pairing: Santana Lopez/Brittany Pierce (sort of)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Glee. But if I did, I would let people on my list write it.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: She always wanted to jump off Europabrücke Bridge.
A/N: Written for the Lazy Sunday Writing Challenge. Challenge #1: Joy
Fear creeps into your bones, wrapping around you like tendrils do around a branch.
It’s just before dawn. Sunlight peeks out from behind the mountains, but it leaves the landscape untouched. The view below you looks dark and ominous; you barely see the ground. A void stares up at you, as if it were Tartarus inviting you to take a plunge in its depths.
You shiver in the breeze. Cold air leaves goosebumps on your skin. Or is it the fright?
A warm hand finds yours, and you look to your left. She knows you’re scared; she knows everything about you. Her eyes, though, they twinkle even in the dark, saying that she’s proud of you, for choosing to go with her. She always wanted to jump off Europabrücke Bridge. You remember when you said that you’d jump with her, that smile on her face afterwards that could outshine the stars. You don’t want to let her down.
The sun slowly rises; its saffron light illuminating the land before and below you. The river flows like liquid amber, and the pine trees, five times as tall as men, look like toothpicks.
Fear knocks at your heart’s door.
The fingers between yours tighten, and you feel a rush of warmth. Her hand uncurls from yours, but it leaves behind courage.
You can do this.
The sun is finally fully above the horizon.
You jump.
The courage you had seconds before is quickly stripped away by the wind. In its stead is an icy wave of terror, which flows as the ground below rises to meet you. The rope around your waist feels as flimsy as thread.
You close your eyes, and focus on what you hear and feel instead.
The wind rushes by, murmuring in its low, quiet voice. It caresses bare skin, and leaves behind light fingerprints; it blows back your hair, and softly runs its fingers down the side of your face. Suddenly, you don’t feel so frightened anymore.
You continue descending, but fear has been replaced with joy. You feel light, as if the wind has stripped you down to your bare soul, and free, as if you were a songbird in spring. Warmth bubbles up from your chest and overflows, spilling itself into your very extremities. You feel like your body has left you, but you have never felt so alive.