Balance
It's a tightrope he never planned on walking. One he didn't realize he was on until much too late. He is balanced above a hundred foot drop, knowing his heart would not survive the fall.
Across the chasm he sees her standing at the edge. Not willing to walk on without him. Waiting for him to cross to her, arms outstretched, reaching.
He reaches back, clasping her hand. Letting her steady him. Slowly he inches his way towards firmer ground.
She is patient and so is he. As long as he is holding her hand, he knows he cannot fall.
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