The moment's a rock ballad in my bloodstream.
All rebellion.
All heat.
All heartbreak waiting at dawn.
The wind rips through my hair,
steals air from my lungs,
forces me to feel everything.
I turn, stunned, absorbing it as it ruins me,
every inch of skyline and blinking window,
every story playing out below and all around.
It’s more than beautiful. It’s impossible.
It’s standing at the edge of the world and,
for once,
feeling like nothing below can touch me.
Not the past.
Not the fear.
Not the girl I’ve been dragging behind me for years.
“This is…” I whisper it,
but the words aren’t big enough.
“I know,” Andrew says softly, carefully,
afraid to scare the moment off.
He’s holding my hand, watching me.
His smile is small but real.
There’s a pulse in it that makes my chest shake.
A pull that makes me want to hold on.
He takes me to the edge,
and we both look down.
The massive clock glows over the whole block,
gold and godlike, its hands sweeping forward.
It’s overwhelming.
