Zi Mei was falling. Her breath was snatched out of her and the ground is rushing up to her. Her life flashed past her. Her first thought was Thorin. His gorgeous sculpted and arrogant face came to her mind, clear as day. There was also his propensity to strike a pose in any situation. Then before everything turned black, her last thoughts were regrets of not being able to see her friends for the last time, not being able to hang out more with them and not being able to hold Thorin again.
She was swirling in a velvety black warmth. There was no pain. Only a sense of lightness. As if she was floating in the air. Light and airy as a feather. No, lighter than a feather. It is as if she is the air. A tiny molecule floating away.
"Is this how being dead feels like?" she thought. She had expected excruciating pain upon impact with the ground but she did not feel a thing. Maybe the shock blocked the pain. Is she now a spirit floating away?