They say when you’re about to die, your life flashes before your eyes.
Spoiler alert: it doesn’t.
When Xander fell, he didn’t see childhood birthdays or romantic first dates. He saw something far stranger—himself. Clearly. For the first time. It wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t enlightening.It was raw, brutal clarity.
There’s nothing cinematic about plummeting off a fire escape—except maybe the sickening crunch when your body hits metal. There’s nothing poetic about knowing it’s all over—except the silence that screams louder than your own thoughts ever did.
Xander hit the ground.But he didn’t die.
Instead, he woke up. And something woke up in him. A truth he’d been running from—a calling he’d been too broken to hear clearly.It’s one of my favorite scenes to write, because sometimes breaking apart is the only way to put yourself back together. And sometimes, it takes hitting absolute bottom to realize you’re not done yet.
Xander’s story isn’t over.It’s barely begun.
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