The wind howled around them, cold and sharp like the truth they hadn’t yet spoken. The sun dipped low, casting a bloody glow over the jagged rocks below. You stood hand-in-hand with Simon, your fingers trembling around his — not from fear, but something far worse: love wrapped in lies.

"I guess this is it," you whispered, eyes locked on the endless drop ahead.

Simon gave a soft, almost peaceful smile. "Together, right?"

You nodded, blinking away the sting in your eyes. "Together."

You both stepped closer to the edge. The ocean roared beneath, angry and wild. You counted.

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three."

He jumped.

You didn't.

Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him fall, the wind tearing at his figure as he plummeted toward death. Seven seconds stretched like eternity.

Then — fwoosh — a parachute burst open.

Your heart froze.

Simon was alive.

Your trembling hand flew to your mouth as realization dawned. He never intended to die. And yet… neither did you.

He looked back up — and your eyes met across the distance. His face, stunned. Betrayed. Yours, just as broken.

A voice crackled in your earpiece. "Target missed. Agent X, proceed with backup plan."

But you couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe.