Jane had had an irrational fear of heights for as long as she could remember. It had always been bad. But before she met Max, she was not even able to climb a ladder. He had helped her overcome her fear, step by step, and that trip was the final one.
They had gone away from the city for the weekend. Their destination were some of the most spectacular cliffs in the country, if Jane was able to stand close to them without having an anxiety attack, all would be good. The closest town was an an hour trek away from the cliffs, so they set off after breakfast. The climb uphill was peaceful, but Jane was nervous, how would she react?
As soon as they reached their destination, her uneasiness grew. Max sat next to her and told her everything would be okay. When she was calm, he took her by the hand and, little by little, approached the edge.
-One more step- he would tell her.
Jane resisted the urge to look down, trusting him.
-Another one.
She could hear the waves crashing against the rocks, so she looked to see how close they were. Only two steps were left to fall from the precipice. She panicked.
-Jane, it's okay.
-No, it's not, you want to kill me!
She shoved him aside, blindly. Max lost his step and fell backwards into the sea.
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