Letting go

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Chapter 1 : Death

"Let's wait for the 100th chair again!" shrieks my long time best friend Taylor.

"72 , 73 , 74 , 75 ..." she starts counting the chair lifts as they go by.

It's a nice day out for skiing only -10 Celsius but lots of powder as you will always find on the Rockies. Some people don't like powder but growing up here I'm used to it. Taylor grew up here too we've been friends since the age of 3. Then at the age of 4 me and Taylor met Luca. Normally we'd wait for him and all go together since it's a 4 person chair lift , but he's sleeping in right now.

"98 , 99 ... quick let's go !" she finishes.

We quickly move to the 'boarding line' as we call it and wait to feel the chair underneath us. Once we put the bar down Taylor asks me a question.

"How many more months do you think this chair can hold out?" she asks.

Most chair lift chairs have 6 bolts on these chair lifts there's a thick metal square attached to the bottom bar and the top of the square attaches to the bar that holds onto the rope. There are 3 bolts on the bottom of the square attaching to the bar that's attached to the side of the chair. The top of the square has usually 3 bolts.

Our's has 2.

"I don't know , but we shouldn't worry" I say.

"Lets change the subject" she responses. "Do you think Luca is actually sleeping in?" she asks.

"Probably not. Just wanted to ditch to hang out with Jack and Kathy" I say.

Jack and Kathy are twins but they're kind of friends to each other. Luca has been friends with them for about a year or 2. But me and Taylor never really liked them. We still haven't figured out why but we just can't become friends with them.

"They're stealing him!" She shouts. Then more quietly she says , "that's probably why we don't like them. I mean we all have other friends besides the 3 of us but no one like Jack and Kathy. I mean before they came along , would you ever believe that Luca would ditch skiing with us , his 11 years old friends , we started skiing with him at the age of 4 , the person who we've always been there for and who have been with him through everything , heartbreak , love , terror , loyal , honest , beautiful , dreams , misery , joy , friendship , life , death , Christmases ,can't , can , thick and thin , school , birthdays ..." she starts rattling off the most random things before I stop her.

"Woah ok you stopped making sense at loyal" I say as we both break into giggles.

"Sorry ... it's just ... I don't know ... they're stealing our friend , our friend , our best friend , our Luca , our him , our not their" she finishes quietly but seriously.

"I want him back" she says more firmly.

"Me too" I say.

There's a long pause. But then the chair stops. This is not unusual. We stopped on a sheave though. And as our chair moves onto the sheave , we hear a creak then a pop.

"Was that the ..." Taylor's voice trails off.

"That was the bolt" I say panic in my voice.

I know the drill and so does she. I throw my poles far away from the chair which still isn't moving. I throw one ski away then I throw my second ski as well. Taylor has taken both her skis off and is struggling to get her boots off. I simply undo the Velcro strap at the top of the boot and pull a small loop of thick material at the top back of my boot. Luca helped rig it so the loop will undo all the buckles. I tug off my boots and throw them away as well. I take out my slipper socks that I bring around with me in case of a similar event. I slip them on and put my legs up and turning my head to look at Taylor. She's panicking and pulling off her boots. That's when the chair starts moving. She's throwing the boots. She's starting to cry and hyperventilate.