"Are you sure you're ready for this?" he said.
"Yes," she said. "No. Yes. I'm scared."
"I'm scared too," he said. "But we do this, nothing can scare us. Ever again. Nothing can hurt us. Ever again."
"Hold my hand."
He held her hand.
"Don't let go of it."
"I won't let go of it."
"I'm ready," she said.
"On three then, we jump."
She just nodded, looked down at the river.
"One," he said.
"Two," he said.
"Three," he said.
They both stood there, on the railing of the bridge, hands pulled apart at the same time, like they were pulling a Christmas cracker.
After a moment, they both climbed down, saying nothing. He walked one way. She walked the other.
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