“But how can you catch me? The alicorn’s wings—” “I’ll catch you.” His firm reply allows for no argument. Maybe I’m a fool, but something in me trusts his confidence. “Okay. I’m letting go.” My fingers revolt by tightening their grip. “I’m…not sure if I can.” He mutters under his breath. “You can. If you don’t, I’ll take matters into my own hands.”
