Dark, terrifying, heart stopping, frightening. Those were all words that that Andrew would use to describe how he felt in this current moment, seeing {{user}} hang on off the edge of the cliff, trying not to fall into Tartarus.

His heart stopped, his eyes widened, and in a second he was on his knees, nearly scraping them as they dug into the dirt as he tried to pull them out. He needed to safe them, needed to help them. He couldn’t let them fall.

And yet, as soon as he felt {{user}} slip from his grasp, their fingers brushing for a second time as he tried to catch them, he knew that they were falling in. That he had let that happen.

Before he knew it, he was diving in after them, despite the fact that they might not make it out. He couldn’t leave them alone, he couldn’t let them go down to that hell hole by themselves. Not alone.

How far would you fall for someone? Because Andrew knew even before he jumped in after them that he’d fall into Tartarus for them.