Meeting the Rushing Waves

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I looked at the waves and held a hand to my heart. Their ferocity matched its quickening beat, and I turned to him, unsure.

“We’ll be fine,” he said, smiling at me. He grabbed the hand I laid on my chest and placed it on his. His heartbeat was calm and steady. It made me feel at ease, and I relaxed in his grip.

Probably feeling my change of heart, he turned to kiss me. His breath tasted of mint and cinnamon. “Good. I’ll be right next to you all the way,” he murmured as he broke away. 

I turned to look past the precipice and down at the rushing waters. He gently wrapped his arms around me, and I felt comforted by his warmth. I looked up into his eyes one last time, saw his steely reserve, and nodded.

I held his hand tight as we stepped towards the edge and jumped to meet the rushing waves.

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First written January 7, 2018.
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