I gingerly take another step forward casting a wistful glance over my shoulder. In the far-flung distance I see vivid hues of my former life vibrant against the setting sun.
I turn my head and sigh, my breath fogging in front of me and hanging densely in the frigid air. With reluctance I take another step, lightly placing my feet with care and trepidation.
A deafening crack fills the crevice of my mind, as I plunge into the icy blackness below. I gasp for breath and kick, kick with my legs but they are heavy and uncoordinated. Again I am dragged below the surface, the blinding light of my former life rushes away from me in a rapid backwards motion.
My point of entry is gone. I am overcome with panic as terror claws at my throat, crushing my chest and enveloping my senses. As I flail helplessly, my leaden limbs propel me to an icy ceiling. This crystal partition, so beautiful upon first sight, prevents my escape.
I squint and in the distance through the ice I can see the life that I once knew. My loved ones wave in recognition as they glance me in their periphary – their distance prevents them from seeing the panic and terror within my eyes. “Just relax!” I tell myself, “this isn’t real.” Those I love carry on with the lives in blissful ignorance. I watch in silence with resignation, as my limbs cease their fight with the current that is persistent with my inevitable descent.
Do they even know that I have slipped away?