I threw him against the floor, and he landed on his back. I grabbed the collar of his shirt, and he grabbed mine.
We looked into each other’s eyes, and he saw the truth.
We were both going to die. It seemed like we should be together when it happened.
I pulled out the old Coke bottle Amma had left sitting on the kitchen table earlier. If a whole bottle tree could catch a whole lot of lost souls, maybe one Coke bottle could hold on to mine.
I’ve been waiting.
I saw his face change.
His eyes widen.
He lunged at me.
I wouldn’t let go.
We stared into each other’s eyes and clawed at each other’s throats.
As we rolled over the edge of the water tower and fell the whole way down, I was only thinking one thing ...