A cable car slowly approaches.
It’s now or never.
Tell them this is a bad idea and make a run for it.
But Ingrid’s eyes light up as she watches the car come to a halt in front of us.
She’s excited.
I can’t ruin this for her.
I narrow my eyes at Cash.
“Blondie had to prove to you that the tree at the creek was safe before you jumped out of it,” I remind him.
“A fear of water is not the same thing as a fear of heights,” Cash stupidly remarks.
Asshole.
“You guys ready?” Ingrid clasps her hands under her chin.
Guess we’re doing this.
If I die, I die making my girlfriend happy.
Seems like a good way to go out.
Right?
The door opens and we enter one by one.
Ingrid makes a beeline for the front, her smile big and wide.
“We’ll be able to see everything from here,” she tells me as Cash leans an elbow against the glass.
Isn’t he afraid it’ll break and he’ll plummet below?
And die probably.
“Are you alright?” Ingrid asks quietly as she wraps her arms around my waist.
Am I? No.
Will I lie about it?
Also, no.
“I’m feeling queasy and I’m really regretting eating those chili cheese fries with lunch,” I answer honestly.
Cash smirks, but Ingrid cups my cheek in her warm hand.
“I told you not to eat chili before this,” she playfully chastises me.
“I wasn’t thinking,” I say to her as her eyes grow impossibly large.
“We only have two bucket list items left, Wilder.”
“We do,” I say as my stomach churns at the exact moment the cable car lurches forward.
