Standing, holding hands, like they’ve done so since they were children, they look down to the crashing waves kissing the yellow sands two-hundred metres below. The bracing, wild winds swarming up and around the couple, takes their breath away. But their adrenaline is pushing through the chilling conditions, and any other fear surrounding them at this precise moment.
Their hands are clammy. They squeeze their grip tighter. Comforting each other.
Squeeze. I’ve got you.
Squeeze. Don’t worry, my love.
Squeeze. This is the edge of our forever.
Turning to catch the glisten in each other’s eyes, they inhale the sea air, and exhale with a smile upon each other. One more time.
Prompted by this link.