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HOLT“No, don’t jump!”
At first, the numb haze doesn’t lift. There’s only a voice coming from somewhere below, then a dull squeeze pressing into my arm. I glance down to shout at whoever the f**k thinks they can just waltz into my room and onto my balcony and grab me…but when I do…
The world abruptly comes back into focus and I see her: brown worried eyes, a kind, round face. I see her. And instead of feeling like she grabbed hold of my arm, it feels like she grabbed hold of my soul.
“Please, do not jump,” she says, her eyes imploring.
I’m not going to jump. I was never planning to jump. Standing outside my balcony rail is just a thing I do. For shits and giggles. You know…
But there’s a dense fog in my head that won’t let me form words. Or maybe it’s her rendering me speechless? Da
