Version of Us

“If I fall,” she said, “promise me you won’t look away.”
I held her gaze.
“If you fall, I’ll be the ground,” I said. “And if you fly, I’ll be the sky you soar into.”
She looked up at the sky, then back at me.
And in a voice barely above a whisper, she said,
“Promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“Don’t forget this version of me. The one that smiles without walls. The one who speaks without fear.”

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