The Grasp

We reached out and grabbed each others hand almost simultaneously. As if there was something bigger controlling the electric impulses that drove our motor functions. Then, acting as one, we leapt.

We fell and I could feel her hand slowly grow tighter, like roots slowly choking an irrigation pipe. She surely felt my hand do the same, leaving the white marks that will soon turn red as the blood flows back into their capillaries. 

We fell forever. And we hit the water in an instant. Neither of us fighting, just letting the water wash over us. I sank like my shoes were made of lead, and my guts nothing but a bowling ball. She floated as if she was made of ping-pong balls and ducks.

We never let go.