I am on the edge, and my foot is slipping.
I wonder if he would be able to save me.
If that, if I fell,
Would he be there?
Would I survive,
And we could be something?
I don't mean as a boyfriend.
No, we could be just friends.
He's shaking his head at me,
I think he knows I'm afraid.
I think I should step down.
He says something.
I can hardly hear it.
"I'm sorry."
And he plummets.
But he lands on the cushion.
Is he okay?
I don't know.
I jump, praying I land on the cushion.
I was on the edge, but my foot has slipped.
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Favorite Color?
Black
