The fith day - Adrenaline

I felt something tickle my arm and reluctantly opened my tired eyes to see what it was. Joe was laying next to me and stroked his finger over my arm, slowly and repeatedly while staring into the air in a dreamy manner.

I looked at him and he realized that I was awake. "Hey," he said softly. His voice was rough and I got goosebumps. "Did you sleep well?" he asked and I smiled lightly. "Yeah, it was alright, I guess," I replied while giving him another smile and a kiss on the cheek. I had slept okay, but not long enough. It was six o'clock in the morning and god knows, I was not a morning person. Well, only if "morning" happened around 1 PM.

"What about you, did you sleep well?" I asked him while I played with his hands. "Yes, and I had a dream that lead me to an idea... You're not afraid of heights, right?" I narrowed my eyebrows. What did he have in mind?

"What's your plan, Joe?" I asked him and he grinned like a little boy that knew he'd done something he shouldn't have.

"What would you say if we went skydiving today?" Wait, WHAT? "You're joking." I claimed and he laughed. "I've always dreamt of doing this! Oh my goodness, Joe!" His laughter filled the room and it was like music to my ears.

"I mean, I know I'm pretty cool, but a god..." he grinned more. I playfully boxed his shoulder and made a pout, but then he took my hand. He had stopped laughing and looked me directly into the eyes. "I'm so in love with you, Charlie. I regret never having upright told you that before. Who knows, maybe we'll survive this. I urgently hope so. If that shouldn't be the case... I want you to know, I would have wanted to grow old with you."

My heart was beating like crazy and I literally felt how this warm feeling was spreading inside of me. These were the words I had always hoped for, which I had lacked the bravery to say before. If I would have just dared, maybe we'd have more time left now.

A small, cold tear rolled down my face and I smiled. He gently stroked it away using his thumb and then continued to take my face between his hands. "I love you too, Joe. With my whole heart," I whispered and he kissed me. It was a gentle kiss and he pulled me closer towards him, as if I couldn't be close enough too him.

When he slowly pulled away and looked at me, a content smile tugged at my lips. His eyes were shining and I couldn't help but smile more widely. "Let's go," he said and smiled as well.

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After having breakfast and explaining to his surprised mother that we were a couple now, we made our way down to the little airport close to our school (which not one soul attended anymore at that point - because of, well - the apocalypse). When we arrived and got lead to one of the smaller planes by an older guy, I felt a tickling sensation in my stomach.

We got instructions and suits with the parachutes which we put on and then proceeded to board the plane. I reached for Joes hand when it started. Even though I'd always dreamt of doing this, I was just a tad nervous now.

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Now we were at the needed height and got told to go stand in front of the door. I risked a look outside. It was wonderful, the sun was shining on a blue, cloudless sky and the fields below us were only small, brown and green boxes now.

Our guide counted down from 5, Joe stood behind me, ready to jump, 3...2...1...Jump!

I pushed myself away from the door and plane, spread both legs and arms and enjoyed falling. The adrenaline hit and I felt completely free. When I opened my eyes again, I saw Joe next to me.

He grabbed my hand and together, we shot downwards to the ground in full speed, the houses and fields getting back to a normal size again. Our guide screamed "now", so we opened the parachutes and got dragged upwards a good bit.

Joe let out a scream and laughed. Now I felt like a feather - which god behold, I really wasn't - as we were gliding towards the ground slowly.

My landing wasn't that soft, but that didn't bother me. The parachute fell to the ground behind me and I got up. My legs felt like butter, which didn't surprise me at all. Joe landed five metres away from me and our guide was on the ground as well now.

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After getting brought back to the airport and paying for this amazing experience, we drove to the city and got something to eat. We ordered pizza, as it was our favorite food. We met every friday to watch a movie and pizza had gotten a tradition. Sometimes we'd make it ourselves, but that never had a good ending (He now owns a fire alarm).

We talked about skydiving and lots of other stuff, too. After that, we roamed the streets in the city and went to watch the movie "Jurassic World". It was a great movie and we were still talking about it when we'd already been back home for a long time.

When we were laying on the sofa that night, I let my thoughts flow. What if it's all really over in two days? Our beautiful world just destroyed in the same way life even was created? We have to accept it. And try to work off your to-do-list as fast as possible.

I guess there are various ways people can react to these kinds of news.

There are the ones who want to make the best out of it, but also those who just give up.

Personally, I don't belong to those who give up without a fight. I've never been like that in my whole life and I won't be like that in my death. I've always tried to think positive, yet stayed realistic.

My mother had always called that a "healthy state of mind" and had seen it as a success of how she raised me. But that wasn't it. I learned from mistakes and turned out to be the person who I was from all the bad events in my life. I've never given up, even if I could have. But what would I have lived for then? Everything has its reason, even if they aren't obvious most of the time.

The meaning of life? Living.