Falling

by T.J. Newman

But you know what the crazy thing about death is? It’s not personal. Everyone dies. No one escapes it. It’s the only fair thing in the world.

You people never think it has something to do with you. All around the world, shit happens. And you just carry on. Because it doesn’t have to do with you.

“You’ve just always had the luxury of choosing to be good.”

My god, he loved these people. How proud he was of their dedication to their duty. Like a lighthouse, they served as a steady reassurance of hope. Through the chaos of the storm, they would be the predictable in the unpredictable. They would be the beacon home. Not just his tower. Every controller and every center that 416 would encounter had a unified purpose: guide them in.

We were in a country where attacks like that don’t happen.

“Since when does being right mean you get heard?