IMAGINES

Hanging of a ledge

*I recommend listening to Experience by Ludovico Einaudi while reading.

My hands were getting sweaty, my grip was starting to lose. The ledge became something that resembled butter beneath my fingers. Don't look down. Swallowing hard I did what no one should do when they're on the ledge of a 20th floor of a building. The street lights seemed miles away. The car honks barely audible. This is it. I've come all this way for nothing. Closing my eyes, I started to embrace my ending just when the metallic door burst open. Slows steps approached me and my left hand slipped. My teary eyes looked up to the dark sky and found his ice blue ones. I'm definitely dead now. His muscled jaw clenched as he crouched. With only three fingers holding me to the building I challenged him with my gaze. My features blank. I'm not afraid. I've been waiting for this my whole damn life. Are you going to step on my fingers? Another finger slipped, just two holding me. I should let go and end this. His eyes diverted from mine to the hand that was separating me from life and death. My gaze never leaving his face. Defying him.

"Rian." My voice steady as my last finger was about to slip. Starting to feel my body give in to gravity I closed my eyes. I wasn't falling. His fingers were around my right wrist, holding me. My life was in his hands.

"Harlow." His voice calm, his grip firm, his muscles flexing. He looked into my eyes and I looked into his. Almost losing myself in him, forgetting who he was.

"Are you going to let go off me?" I swallowed the lump in my throat, my body limp. His gaze lingering in my face, debating himself. I'm his biggest enemy after all. It was then that he pulled my body up while slowly starting to stand straight. My left hand gripped the ledge. My knees grazing the wall. My feet finally touching the ground.

"No." I looked at his soft moving lips, the abyss behind me. We were inches apart, but so was death. I could push him now, and he'd die. Everything would be over.

"You're not going to kill me, Harlow." The sea in his eyes calm, reading me as no one else could. Seeing through me as if I were made of glass. He's right I'm not. Exhaling harshly, I stepped away losing his touch, towards the door. Leaving him there, a foot away from the ledge.

"Goodbye Rian." I said gripping the door handle without looking at him, waiting. Waiting for him, for him to do something.

No answer. Hesitating I opened the door and slammed it behind me. There was just a wall between us but it felt like a whole fucking galaxy.