"On three?" he asked.
"I left because I was tired of sliding," she whispered. "Tired of the rush, then the drop. Tired of pretending that loving you wasn't like standing at the top of that thing, knowing I'd eventually hit the water alone." An hour later, the rain had softened to a mist. Kit found Aila at the base of the ladder leading up to the Slide's launch platform. The wood groaned under her first step. MissaX.21.02.12.Aila.Donovan.Kit.Mercer.Slide.P...
"Then let's stop haunting each other," he said. "Let's slide one last time." They didn't discuss it. They simply stood, faced the downward curve, and sat down on the wet wood — Aila in front, Kit behind, his arms around her waist. "On three
"I know," she said. "That's the problem. I kept sliding away, and you kept being right here. Waiting. That's not love, Kit. That's a haunting." Tired of pretending that loving you wasn't like