The sky was dark and the stars are not really shining. It was a black night. The air was cool and the silence was deafening. He was hanging by a cliff, in the midst of survival, in the line between life and death. He was breathing hard, and in silence, memories, flashbacks came in front of him.
She was there with him; he grabbed his hand, trying to keep him back on the ground. She endured every second that passed, the more painful moments that went by, the will to hold was losing.
In silence, he was praying for her mercy while he himself was in a dilemma. He had only two clear options at that situation, letting go or holding on. Letting go would have been easier.
