Flashback Original ✓

He opened his eyes. The bridge was still rusted. The river still churned. But something had shifted. He could still feel the ghost of Leo’s forehead kiss—warm, fleeting, real.

“Come on,” Leo urged, patting the space beside him. “The view’s better from the edge.” flashback original

And for the first time in three years, he believed it. He opened his eyes

That was the moment. The one Alex would replay a thousand times. The moment he should have said more. Should have closed the two feet between them. Should have told Leo that the reason he never jumped, never risked, never spoke was because the only thing he truly wanted was standing right there, and losing that was a fall he’d never survive. But something had shifted

The voice that answered wasn’t there. It was in his head, a ghost from a Tuesday three years ago.

“Always,” Alex had whispered.