Danger for the Practical

Wind whipped around us, grabbing at our clothes, and my hair. It brought with it scents of dirt, and growth, I wrinkled my nose on instinct. He smiled, and breathed in deeper, closing his eyes. He lived off this earthy mountain air. I found myself watching him with a strange fascination, his eyes snapped open, and to my horror, he walked up to the edge of the mountain. The hike had been long and torturous, and he had loved every minute of it, absorbing nature, like a sunflower absorbing the sunshine.

He had dragged me out here, saying it was bad to spend day after day alone in my apartment. He didn’t know what I had tried to do the other night. He didn’t know that I had tried to take my own life. A darkness clung to my mind, that he could sense, but not see.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, arms outstretched, as if he planned on grabbing the sky itself. And for a second, I almost thought he would. He turned back to look at me.

“Why do you look so scared?” He asked, curious, a hint of a smirk on his stupid face. 

“Don’t be so dangerous.” I said, glaring at him.

“But which one of us is really in danger?” He said, a look of concern coming on his face. He stepped away from the drop that would certainly bring about his death

Or mine, the thought forced its way in. 

“Which one of us is really in danger?” He asked again, not aggressive, just insistent. My heart suddenly seized as I opened my mouth to tell him, my mind panicked, and I closed my mouth as my mind rebelled. 

I can’t tell him how weak I am. I stammered, as I tried to answer him.

“I brought you here, to get you out of danger.” He said, watching me again. I opened my mouth, and looked down. 

“Thankyou for getting me out of danger.” I said quietly, the words were so hard!

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

“Yes please.”

-Not Starlight