Maybe I'm crazy.

The rush feels too real, too sudden. I flip my head back and indulge in the fresh air around me. I take a deep breath and let it wash over my body.

She pulls me back to earth.

Chanyeol, a whisper on the wind.

She wraps her arms tightly around my body, moulding herself to the curves and shape of my torso.

She nestles her head into my shoulder, inhaling my scent.

The wind whips viciously around us, but we're safe in our cacoon.

Do I feel safe? Does this intimacy leave me craving more?

More so than I can admit.

She shudders in the cold, her shoal lifting in the wind.

The crash of the waves below engulf her whimpers.

Let's go.

Two simple words.

I can't.

One simple reply.

I unclasp her arms from around me and they drop to her side.

She stares longingly into my eyes. Somehow I can feel her energy, feel her youth. But it is not enough.

Her chocolate eyes close and I plant my lips softly onto her. They mould to the shape of hers.

The kiss lasts for only a second.

The emotion is gone, the passion lost.

She steps back and wraps her shoal tightly around herself, hoping to salvage the little warmth it can provide.

I notice the goosebumps forming on my own bare arms.

I rub them uselessly.

Her lips part, forming a word.

Chanyeol. She repeats, tears already falling.

I want to tell her not to cry, to not waste them on me. But I can't.

I turn my back on her and take a tentative step closer to the edge.

I kick a pebble off the edge, watching as it plummets to the waves below.

My eyes are following the movement, and then it happens.

I feel the wind in my hair, I feel it caressing my face.

I spread my arms out and for a second, just a second, it feels like I'm flying.

 

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