He promises "I'll catch you if anything goes wrong."
One hundred feet down, he stands as solid as a rock in the middle of the crashing waves. Gravel falls off the edge of the cliff, into the nothingness below. He is still, his arms cradled out, knees bent to prepare for the impact.
Minutes pass. His expression changes. Impatience.
Her breath quickens, catches in her chest. She shuts her eyes closed, holds her hands in front of herself and jumps.
No. Falls.
When she wakes up she is still alone in her bed, beads of sweat rolling off her brow.