I believed him. But as we approached the edge, everything changed. He took the instructor's ropes and began fastening them to me without warning. My heart raced as I begged him to stop, but he ignored my desperate pleas and pushed me off the ledge.
The sensation of falling made me scream uncontrollably. I felt helpless like the air had been stolen from my lungs. As I fell, I heard Zandria's faint and distant voice, pretending to sound worried. "Yohann, what if Ysha gets mad at you for this?"
Yohann, with his cold confidence, brushed it off like it was nothing. "She won't. She loves me too much ever to be mad."
Now, staring at the photo on my phone, I felt a wave of self-mockery wash over me. I had compromised so many times for him, constantly bending, always giving in. And what had he done? He treated my feelings like they didn't matter, knowing I was too afraid to leave.
Just then, my phone buzzed with a message from my brother.
[Have you made up your mind? Are you coming back with me or staying there?]
A part of me had always clung to the idea of staying, hoping things would change. But not anymore; I was done with being foolish.
I'll come home. Pick me up after you finish your work.]