"Flight"
It was in his sixteenth year that Ezra experienced death for the very first time. The call had come early in the morning. The sound of the phone had brought him out of his deep sleep. He had been dreaming of his friend Pieter. They had been flying hand in hand above the pale blue dot that was the world beneath them. They were laughing, singing, and embracing the heavens with a vision of a better tomorrow. Pieter's words floated on the stratosphere as he sang his song to Ezra. "Flying high above the world, don't shed a single tear. We are together now, my love, with nothing more to fear." He sang it in a whisper close to Ezra's ear. They turned and looked at one another- there was no fear. Freedom had become the only thing that they knew, which in itself said more than any other word ever could. Then came the darkness and the falling. The spherical walls of the dream had shattered like a crystal ball, and it's pieces falling from the heavens like an endless snow landing on the world below. Pieter's hand slipped from Ezra's hold as he was engulfed in the darkness, completely disappearing. Ezra reached out, crying to swim in the obscurity, but he fell only further towards his empty shell. There was the faint sound of a heartbeat that he heard through the murky thickness, and then silence.