Time seems to stop as my heart skips a beat. I call heads as the coin soars into the air, flipping too fast to follow, but too slow to look away from.
Heads, tails, heads, tails.
My gut pulls and twists as fast as the coin. I want to reach out and catch it, I think. To stop leaving it up to chance. To make the call on my terms.
Heads, tails, heads, tails.
But these are your terms too, and what if you want to watch it fall? Or catch it yourself. What if you called tails and I mess it up?
But what if you want heads too? And what if your heart did the same fluttering leap, and what if your gut did the same sickening twist.
And what if all that's stopping us...is the fall?
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