I expect to hear her scream. And she does. But the scream quickly dies. I expect silence as I fall. But no.mAll I hear is panting. My eyes are closed shut. I don't want to see when I hit the ground bellow. But I’m not falling. What.. how..? I open my eyes and look up. Ava’s hand is still wrapped around my wrist, as she uses all her strength to hold me up. I look up at her calmly. For some reason I’m not afraid anymore. I did it. Now the last step, is not up to me. I mouth the words “let go”, but she shakes her head as she tries to pull me up. She lets out a scram, and I know she can’t do it. Her blood veins are showing, and I can se her struggles. “It’s ok”, I say. I am not holding her hand, and both our arms are sweaty. I feel my hand slowly sliding between her fingers. It’s just a matter of time. “Give me your hand!”. She reaches it out, but I don’t even try to take it. As a last attempt to help me she screams again. “Help! HELP!” I look down and then up again at Ava. Her face is red and sweaty. She won’t be able to hold much longer. I close my eyes, getting mentally ready. I hang for a couple seconds, hearing her pout and struggle. I feel her trying to lift me up. And I hang. Right there between life and death.