The Echo of My Fall

Previously

…I looked at Sarah, her eyes locked on mine, a silent plea, a terrifying acceptance. Mr. Henderson stood beside us, his gaze fixed on the horizon, a stoic sentinel at the edge of oblivion. The decision was made. The choice, if it could even be called that, had been forced upon us. There was no more fighting, no more searching for an escape. There was only the precipice, and the leap into the unknown. The city, my city, the grand stage upon which my life had unfolded, was now the architect of my end. The fragile beauty I had once so admired was now a cruel illusion, a fleeting moment before the inevitable fall.