Excerpts From the Stories I'll Never Write

[30] Frisson

He held out his hand to me, “Let’s go?”

I hesitated, “But… I’m not sure if I can do it.”

He smiled, “Don’t worry. I won’t let go of you.”

Slowly, I reached out my hand to him. Once he held my hand, he squeezed it, as if reassuring me that everything would be alright.

“Ready?” I nodded.

Together, we sky-dived, thus crossing out one thing from my bucket list.

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