Kit's [POV]
"You're not scared of heights."
Butch drove as far up into the mountains as he could and parked where the road ends. We hiked the last mile toward the peak as the twilight's soft glow was just starting to light up the sky. It was the perfect morning until we got to the last obstacle a short, but very steep climb with only tiny footholds jutting out of the sheer rock face. I'm not scared of many things, but I'm terrified of heights.
"We don't need to go all of the ways up," I say, pushing his hand off my shoulder. "We can see the sunrise from here."
"We can see it better up there." He pushes me toward the wall.
I turn back around and bury my head in his chest. "No. I'm really scared of heights. That's too steep of a climb."
He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tightly. "You're not scared of heights. That's not a rational fear. You're scared of falling. And you're not going to fall because I'll be behind you the entire time. Come on. You can do this."
