After the end four and christinas story

Part three

As we climbed up and up each floor getting higher and higher, my heart increasingly thumped. Waver nerve in my biddy was pleading for me to turn and retreat but something inside me kept me going.

Just as we reached the top floor (100) Christina turned and looked directly into my eyes. Behind the strong confident front she puts up I could see a glisten of longing within her. She hesitantly said "You can do it but don't do it cause I'm asking, if you don't want to we can leave."

At that moment when I heard the care inch into her voice, I knew I had to. I spun around her, grabbed the rusting, old door nob and flung the door open; with more force then first intended.

The faint breeze danced solemnly around the inches of my face. Although every alarm in my body was screaming, I couldn't face backing down. I was here now. I had been her before and the last time I had even jumped off if it. So I can do it now. Nothing could make me give up, nothing.

Christina coughed behind me knocking me out of my personal battle. I spun to look at her, instantly confronted with the sight of her arms gilded and a sarcastic frown spiralled across her face.

"You don't actually think just because this is some mighty victory for you I'm going to be left to carry all this shit. Cause if that's what you where thinking I think you might end up back on the floor soon."

I could tell in her voice how hat it was to prevent a grin from creeping on to her and to with hold laughter.

So being the well behaved gentleman I am I went and helped. By helped I mean did all long the heavy carrying. Then we set out to work and built the tent. With every second of laughter and fun it felt like a huge weight was escaping.