“Up this way,” he panted. “I can see the opening. We’re almost there.”
She couldn’t take another step. Sorrow filled her soul and spilled over her face. He knew that look, saw it before a million years ago. His face softened and he reached for her.
“I know you think you can’t make it, but you can. I’ve watched you climb higher mountains than this.”
He held her close, eternity washing over them. Finally she drew away.
“I can make it now, just don’t let go.”