'Catch me.' She says into the air. Even though she doesn't see him, even though he doesn't reply, she knows he will.
He always will.
Her shoes scuff the rough ground; a step forward. She falls.
Eyes closing, her hair whips in the gale.
She waits, embracing the spiraling free fall with catalytic exhilaration, and her lips lifts when she feels his warm fingers lock around hers, weaving together.
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