SARA'S POV

We lay on the sand together, losing track of the time around us, but it's clear that neither of us truly cares enough to get up and grab the clothes at the cliff's edge. The drop was absolutely exhilarating, leaving my bones buzzing and the blood coursing through my veins makes me feel indestructible even after the fact. I guess this is why crazy people cliff jump for a living, to get an adrenaline rush and feel like nothing was better than what they just got it from. But, because of my asthma issue and taking a few puffs from my inhaler, the high is cut a little shorter than I think necessary. But, I'm truly surprised I even bothered to slam my smaller frame into Tegan's as she was tilting forward, I'm seriously not the gutsy type – that's Tegan's area.

"Would you do it again, Sar?" Tegan asks, her voice sounding thick and groggy.

I look over at her, sitting up on my elbow, hoping I won't have a sunburn when we get back to our borrowed log-cabin. "I would most certainly do it again," I giggle, unable to control the feeling. I take another look around: the whole area is one large rock circle, the walls covered in overgrown ferns, moss, and other vegetation. Some flowers line the vines that crawl up the walls; purple, greens, whites, yellows, and some vibrant pinks; I can even smell something that gives off an earthy aroma but I can't place the scent. The small strip of sand Tegan and I are laying on only stretches for a few more feet before disappearing into a small thicket of trees at the east side of the area; high trees of all different types seem to go on for miles above our heads, and thankfully provide us with the needed shade that the blistering sun will leave us gasping for. "How did you find this place?" I ask, my curiosity always getting my better side.

Tegan rolls over onto her side, droplets of water falling onto her perfectly toned stomach. "Back in middle school and early in ninth and tenth grade a group of my friends and I would come up here on the weekends and do acid and pot, then jump off just to get that extra feeling of living forever."

"But you never brought me," I say wistfully, still looking around me in awe. I'm not annoyed I've never seen this place before, a tad bit jealous, but I don't let it bother me.

"I didn't take you because of your asthma, but that's the only reason why," Tegan speaks up, shifting her body closer to mine. She holds out her arms, smirking, "Come a little closer," and I do so, scooting right into the embrace she provides, fitting my head right into the crook of her neck. She lets out a breathy sigh when I kiss her collar-bone; I don't want to be intimate now, I just want to share something like this with her. "Whenever you're far away from me, it gets harder to breathe – like I'm drowning, or being choked."

"Jesus, Tegan!" I laugh, kicking sand onto her foot, which she shakes off seconds later. "You make it sound like I'm a terrible drug where there is no remedy,"

"Maybe there doesn't need to be any remedy," she says, her body shaking slightly from her chuckle.

I feel her head lean down and her soft lips press into my hair. "Well, please don't choke on my hair," I joke, brushing it back behind my ear.

Tegan pulls back for a second, looking at the mop, which is most likely sticking up in every direction. There's a look of concentration written all over her mouth. "You look like a very dirty cotton-bud," my twin tells me after a few moments of examining the locks.

"Fuck you," I giggle, snuggling back against her chest.

Tegan laughs softly, holding me a little tighter. There is something so simple and calm about being in love with Tegan: the fact that we know exactly what the other is thinking at that moment because of being twins, and then there's the fact that we don't need to constantly be talking to be comfortable around one another. It doesn't get awkward if we're just in our mom's living room reading books or watching a random movie, we don't need to fill the void with anything but just breathing. Our mother even sometimes will ask us to say things when she's in the room, just so it isn't an awkward silence in the space, or she makes us turn on the TV. Tegan and I find that hilarious most of the time.

"Sara?" I hear from above me, realizing that I'm missing the warm arms around my body.

I look up, squinting to get a better image on the person hovering over me. "Tee?"

There's a Tegan-like snort, then her face comes into view. "Who else would it be? Listen, you fell asleep and I got our clothes, so we're going to hike back to the cabin before it gets dark and make some food. Sounds good?"

I nod, standing up easily. After cracking my neck and back, popping my joints, and getting my clothes back on, Tegan and I make our way back to the cabin, hand in hand.