One-handed, I hang over the abyss and my words float precariously on the surface of the flow, ready to dissolve into nothingness. They are all crap. I write only junk no one wants to read anyway. I will let go and it will be all over.
“Reach!”
I look up to see my beta’s hand held down to me and I despair because I am a book!canon geek and I have slipped into movie!verse, which just proves I can’t write, and better that it all end now.
“Don’t you dare let go. This is good!”
Really?
“Dammit! Reach!”
Up. Done!