The rollercoaster looms above us as we got closer, ever more imposing. Even if I crane my neck, I can’t see exactly how high it goes up. I can, though, hear the swoosh of the speeding cars as they rush by, the unmistakable screams of themepark goers who seek that irrefutable adrenaline rush only a rollercoaster can provide.
“You can still back out, you know,” he says. “You can meet me on the other side, and skip the ride.”
I shake my head. “No,” I say in a small voice.
“Are you sure?”
A quick breath in, a quick breath out. A squeeze shut of my eyes. “Yes,” I whisper.