She clenched her fists mid-flight, the leather of her gloves groaning in protest.
The glow around her intensified, casting an eerie violet hue across the darkening skyline. She was moving too fast, almost recklessly, as if the sheer velocity and the biting wind whipping against her flushed skin could numb the sharp sting beneath her breasts.
She landed hard on a metal tower beam, the shock echoing through the cold structure. Her body swayed, but her feet stayed planted. She inhaled deeply, her chest heaving violently against the tight spandex of her suit, highlighting the rapid, shallow rhythm of her breathing.
"Haah."
Then, silence.
The wind tousled her hair, and the last flickers of purple faded from her skin as she gripped her chest—right over her frantically beating heart.
"I knew it," she muttered bitterly, her lips trembling slightly. "I knew he'd do it again…"
