let go
Blood streaks her face. Her hair whips in the wind. Terror fills her gaze.
“Let me go.”
“No!” Tears stream my face as I grip her hand with both of mine. Rocks bite into my abdomen. I feel weight on my legs … someone holding me down to keep me from following her over the edge…
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