If I do this, it will be like jumping into the middle of the mosh pit. Dangerous. Exhilarating. Terrifying. It’s only a fucking turnstile but what if I don’t make it to the other side. Some people never make it out of the moshpit alive.
The deafening screech of train brakes announces the train is in the station.
He says, “Are we in this or not?”
To throw myself into the breach of our great divide will be a leap of faith.
I grab hold of his warm hand. Deep breath.
Ready.
Set.
Jump.