Cliff Jumping

This time I was ready to jump. In fact, I was trying to fall. I took his hand and thought, 'on the count of three, you jump with me.'

But now I'm the one falling through space, and his feet stayed planted on solid ground. With the wind on my face, and my heart in my throat, the only thing I can think is 'you bastard, you were supposed to come with me.'

Falling alone was not in the plan.