Preface
You never realise how much you've lived until its time to die.
I remember everything from the moment before I fell; I remember the wind whipping my back and the smell of salt water; I remember the warmth of the hands holding me and the flicker of torchlight; I remember my heart beating hard and my clenched fists shaking.
But the thing I remember most of all is her face, shining like a beacon in the well lit darkness. I remember the tears tracking down her face and the smile she gave me which spoke a thousand words she had never uttered.
I remember my lips stretching to form her name as they pushed me.
I remember everything that happened the moment before I died.
