MADELINE'S POV
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It's not that difficult to walk. It's one foot in front of the other. I've been doing this for years, but somehow, standing on top of a roof with a twenty inch spread of where I could put my feet has my knees wobbling even though only one side could send me to hell itself. "I don't see the point," My shoulders rise carelessly while my heart thumps against my ribs loud enough to voice my caring. "The point is to become acclimatized yourself to the height, the freedom, the joy of the air." I stare at him blankly. "You sure like the sound of your own voice, don't you?" His sheepish grin spreads wider into a shiny smile that could put the stars to shame. "I don't get why it scares you," His strong, broad shoulders lift before he turns, facing the outside world with careles
