You're Too Late

My fiancé, Keith Odell is a hot air balloon pilot. His first love, Michelle Lavigne, insisted on taking a risk and flying to a thousand meters above ground when the balloon’s helium began to leak. 

In that moment of crisis, Keith grabbed the tandem parachute and leaped with her. 

With tears in my eyes, I begged him, “I'm pregnant with your child. Can’t you take me first?”

But he reproached me. “Is this really the time to fake your pregnancy because of a bit of jealousy? You learned how to skydive but Chelle is afraid of heights. We’ll wait for you on the ground.”

Then he forcibly shook off my hand and parachuted down with his first love. 

He failed to notice the hole in the only parachute he left me. Michelle had deliberately done it. 

Carrying our unborn child, I closed my eyes and leaped.

Keith Odell and Michelle Lavigne strapped themselves into the tandem parachute, bound together as tightly as conjoined twins.

The secure hold must have provided Michelle with a deep sense of safety as he guided her through the sky.

Meanwhile, I stood frozen, a wave of panic crashing over me as I stared at the remaining parachute.

A gaping hole marred its surface, the culprit had been brazen enough to leave behind the needle that had caused the damage, as if daring me to defy fate—

“You might as well just die!”

The hot air balloon drifted past the edge of the cliff, and I glanced down into the abyss, the depths stretching endlessly below me.

I closed my eyes and leaped, my unborn child with me.

The intense sensation of freefall gripped me as if my soul was being wrenched from my body.

I could see myself from above, my body plunging through the thick fog like a discarded rag doll, hurtling toward death at terrifying speed.

Memories of the past surged into my mind.

I had just learned how to skydive when I found out I was pregnant. I had planned to surprise Keith with the news on his birthday but now, it seemed, he wouldn’t have cared after all.

Only moments ago, I had begged him over and over again, “I’m pregnant, please, take me first.”

His patience had worn thin. “Chelle is terrified of heights, and she has a heart condition. I can’t leave her alone. If you’re going to fake a pregnancy, at least pick a better time.”

“I swear, I’m not lying!”

He was furious. “Astrid! Could you just be reasonable and stop causing trouble for everyone?”

Keith ignored me completely as he fastened the parachute’s safety straps around Michelle.

Meanwhile, I was on the verge of disaster.

I watched the two of them as they drifted away, showing no signs of concern.

Keith even slowed their descent, as though they were taking time to admire the scenic view below.

It didn’t matter if I died, but I couldn’t bear the thought of my unborn child never getting the chance to see the world.

I quickly called for help.

“Miss Copperfield, please remain calm,” the operator said when the call connected.

“First, reduce the weight in the balloon by discarding any unnecessary items. That will slow your descent.”

I followed the instructions, throwing out everything I could.

“We’ll contact the pilot on standby immediately. Stay on the line.”

But the helium was leaking faster than I’d expected. With tears threatening to overwhelm me, I pleaded, “Please hurry, I don’t have much time. I’m drifting towards the cliff.”

Before long, the park staff called me back.

“Is this Astrid? Isn’t Keith with you?”

“He jumped with Michelle first. My parachute is damaged, please hurry!” I cried.

The staff member sighed. “This is bizarre. All ten hot air balloons were fully booked today, and every pilot is already in the air. The area you’re in, Zone A, is an odd choice.”

Even as they tried to calm my nerves, they guided me through what I needed to do.

“Do you know where the gas valve is? Release the air to lower your altitude as quickly as possible.”

The hot air balloon floated ominously above the cliff, and I couldn’t see the bottom no matter how hard I looked. I knew that releasing the air now would only speed up my demise.

“I can’t release the air. The balloon is hovering too high above the cliff, the drop would be too severe.”

The staff member hesitated.

“Don’t panic. Keith has already jumped, right? Once he’s back, I’ll have him get to you immediately.”

Anxiety gnawed at me as I questioned whether Keith had landed safely. He was my only hope— the most skilled one who could come back to save me.

With a faint glimmer of hope, I called him three times before someone finally picked up.

“Keith, please help me…” I cried, desperation creeping into my voice.

Before I could explain that my parachute was broken, he interrupted me.

“Are you pretending to be pregnant again, or is this another act?

“You’ve already done skydiving before at the park, and while the boys were so scared, you had a blast. Why are you being so dramatic?

“Just jump already! Stop being so stubborn!”

Then I heard Michelle’s delicate voice on the other end. “Keith, I feel so dizzy, and my heart hurts.”

“I need to take Chelle to the hospital for a check-up. Once you land, you’ll have to make your own way home,” Keith said before he hung up.