Our feet slipped to the cliff, but our hands were holding each other. We were very lucky when your left hand clasped the space between the rocks, and your right hand clutching my hands, but we were hanging. Our pulses were rapidly beating, matching our panting out of nervousness. I glimpsed below me, and the breathtaking view of the nature overwhelmed me. I gave it a nervous smile.
“I can’t.” You shouted, and I closed my eyes.
I felt your right hand loosened and I cried. You whispered “sorry” before our eyes met. Mine was on fire, but yours were hollow, and dark.
I made sure I still had your attention when my body met the ground and the blood poured out of my broken body.