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I grab Michael's wrist and stab my katana into the wall of the cliff, sliding downwards a couple more feet. Then I push one of my feet against the wall to hold myself in place.
"Michael," I call out to him. "Are you okay?"
"Lijy," He pants, looking around. He grips my wrist back, strengthening the only way he can survive.
"Mikey. I-"
"No. Let me die," he looks down below us.
"No. I won't let you die, I can't live without you."
I look up and estimate that we're about 9 feet from the top of the cliff. Kyra leans over the edge, looking down at us.
"Guys, hold on! We sent Amanda back to get some rope," she calls down to us.
"Mikey, look at me," I tell him. He turns his head up and our gazes lock. "I love you. So much. I'm not letting you go."
"I love you too," he smiles. "But I find that there's no reason for me to live other than you. The world is over, that statement has been repeated in the back of my mind since this all started. I can never have a 'normal life' anymore. I will never have the band back, or the fans who were my biggest life support. And if I die, I can finally be at peace."
"No, you can be at peace here, too," I disagree. "We can be happy together. We could become wanderers like Joe and explore and live life to the fullest that we can."
"That sounds amazing, especially with you. But it will always still be there in my mind. I'm sorry."
"If you die, I die. We go together or we don't go down at all," I recite the All Time Low lyrics. "I'm not leaving you behind. Just like before."
He smiles weakly at me, barely shaking his head.
"Don't let go, either of you!" Kyra screams. "We can save both of you!"
"Kyra, I love you. You're my sister, I don't care what biology says. Tell Jas and Amanda I love them too, and the boys," I call up to her.
"Tell them the same for me," Mikey shouts.
"You guys are insane, you could easily survive and live together happily!"
I watch upwards as Ashton runs up to her and she buries her face in his chest.
"Goodbye, Kyra!" I call. "Mikey, ready?"
He nods and I take a deep breath, then let go of the sword. I close my eyes and it feels like time stops.
Michael pulls me into his arms and I just imagine us cuddling in bed.
I smile, despite the fact that we're falling to our deaths.
"I love you more than life," I tell Mikey, opening my eyes to look at him. "Literally."
"I love you equally as much, if not more," he replies.
I hug him tightly and then we hit the ground. All I feel is pain and all I see is Mikey next to me until everything goes black.

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