She urges me to go on. She's crying as she says to me, "Go on, Camille, please."
The hanging bridge shakes as I take a step. To get to other side, Anna and I must brave the rain, cross this slippery bridge. And try to get along.
Everything is wet. And trembling.
She keeps talking to me about when we were young and I can barely hear her for the rain and the noise the bridge makes as it swings and shakes.
"Shut up," I hiss. "Please, shut up. I want you to know that I am just putting up with you. We'll reach the other side together but I never want to see you again."
The sky swirls like it wants to fall. But what falls is only more rain.
I start to think we might never make it but suddenly we're there. We're here.
Because I'm so relieved and because it's easier than "sorry", I pull her close for a wet, trembling kiss. For old times' sake.
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