Withered Heights

The wind whistles in my ears as I began my plunge into the concrete sea below, I drew my breath, short. And shut my eyes. So this is what it feels like to be flying. No. Something is wrong. I open an eye. Im not falling at all! What is happening? I look up – My hand, clamped into anothers, that girl – the one from before was leaning over the steel bars and reaching down, pulling me up.
‘You will never be alone’ She said.

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