on Sunday, June 9, 2013

I frown as I look at the rushing waves feet below from where we stand. “This is your idea of fun?”

You shrug. “You only live once, remember?”

“Well, after this, I’ll probably be dead.” I smile wryly. “Smart.”

“Oh, come on, Tiff. Where’s your sense of adventure?” You wriggle your eyebrows. “It’ll be fun. Promise.”

“What if I drown?”

“I won’t let you.”

At the count of three, the ground beneath us disappears. I gasp as I hit the water sharply and my body runs cold.

In the midst of it all, your hand finds mine.

I am safe.

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