EMILY
Jonathan's emotions seemed to be in a whirlwind, making it difficult to discern whether what he was currently feeling was happiness, fear, or sheer astonishment. It soon became much more apparent that he was utterly bewildered, unable to fully embody any particular emotion.
With a deep sense of curiosity, he questioned the surreal situation unfolding before him, his eyes fixed on the rooftop below as we floated in mid-air, gently spinning. "What... how... what is happening right now?" he stammered, as he shifted his gaze as if searching for answers in the space around him. "You... you're the one causing this, aren't you?"
Rather than responding immediately, I chose to allow him some time to process the reality before him, if that was even possible. Fine, I will admit it— I couldn
