[ The ground rushes up so fast she's half-convinced she really is going to fucking die. For real. For the first time. And she's not nearly as afraid of that as she probably should be.
But the impact never comes. It's close — so damn close that she swears she can feel the tail of her long hair kiss the pavement before Izo sweeps her back up, mere seconds from becoming a smear of blood and gore.
It's ballsy, asking her a question like that. Still alive? Fuck. Must be, with her blood pounding so loudly in her ears. She can't help a breathless laugh. ]
Bastard. [ She accuses admiringly. ] Fuck me — you don't think you could have cut it any fucking closer?
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But the impact never comes. It's close — so damn close that she swears she can feel the tail of her long hair kiss the pavement before Izo sweeps her back up, mere seconds from becoming a smear of blood and gore.
It's ballsy, asking her a question like that. Still alive? Fuck. Must be, with her blood pounding so loudly in her ears. She can't help a breathless laugh. ]
Bastard. [ She accuses admiringly. ] Fuck me — you don't think you could have cut it any fucking closer?