“‘If I let you fall...Can you fly?’
While smiling he squeezed my hand, pressing my fingers harder than before. I looked down, feeling anxious. I didn't know how to answer his question... I ended up smiling, knowing that there was something in the way I looked back at him, something that made all the difference; but he continued to squeeze my fingers and even though my eyes were dry, they were wide. Not with hope, but with something very, very wrong.
‘Let me fall…’ I finally found the words.