He thought as he slumped down on the chair.

Blaise watched as Skye dangled thousands of feet above a gurgling river. Blaise watched, not breathing.

Please don't die, don't die. Hold on, do it for me, he thought.

He watched as she plummeted. He couldn't watch anymore. He wouldn't be able to bear to see Skye's lifeless body floating on the banks of the river.

He threw the mirror against the wall, it clattered on the ground and to his disappointment, it didn't shatter.

Blaise put his head into his hands. No, she couldn't be dead. She just couldn't. Please just let this be a dream. This couldn't be happening. She couldn't be dead.

Blaise picked up the mirror that was lying face down, without looking at the image projected onto its screen. He threw it at the wall. Again and again, not once looking at the image. 

Dedicated to Bell-A-7-7-7