The Watchers Fall

I live in a small cottage near the edge of a cliff, it's a risk yes, but we always had a plan. It's a coincidence it's crumbling now, the whole town has evacuated, no one got me though perhaps the rush of the moment, or the fact that I was hidden away in the dark, on our roof. I knew they would do the wrong thing, I had hoped they came back looking, and would fall with me but, it was always too out there. How could I have convinced them that the only way to continue living was to plunge ourselves into a gaping hole filled with ruins and rocks? At least there is time before the invasion of the fallen. Maybe they would do a search party and find a safe place down there, or maybe they will just fall. It's too late now anyway, all too my house has crumbled down, now it's my turn. I'm wearing black denim jeans with a long sleeved tight black cami. Its warm and tight, it'll protect me from cold, and maybe fellow falling rocks. I stand up confidently without looking down I dive.
It's a while before the air gets deep purple and tight, it's slows me down well until I feel I'm stuck in thick liquid. I can't breath. Just hold it your nearly down now, I tell myself. I start to panic, I really can't fill my lungs. Once I'd almost given up hope I see a translucent sheet of blue beneath me. I cracks like an egg when I go through, and I abruptly hit the grass. I lean up, still feeling heavy, I brush off non existent goo. All I can see its fields and fields, I have a long way to go but the first hurdle is done.