Falling/flying

A beginning to a story I may or may not continue writing someday. Suggestions and general thoughts about the text are welcome.


She was falling through the sky, or maybe flying; she didn't know for sure. The beads of her necklace rattled in the wind which made her eyes water; beating against her cheeks, the blue and cream- coloured jewelry reminded her of him, that special one who looked at her with a slightly amused yet condescending smirk. "Why? What does he have to do with any of this?"
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The air kept rushing past her. Upwards. Away from her. Never to return to that place and time...