The Last Time

„Take my hand.“
„No!“
„Look, I‘m not trying to ask you to marry me; I‘m trying to save your life!“
I never thought I would have actually said those words to Jason. He was my colleague, but I think I will always have an everlasting crush on him. From our first school trip together (not actually the first, but the first when I finally noticed him), I had fallen irrevocably in love with him. 
As his hand grasped the edge of the cliff, I realised that this was the first time I’d ever mentioned, or even hinted at, anything to do with relationships in front of him. 
His eyes were desperate; I had never been in a situation with him before when I‘d held so much power. 
He gave a big, heaving sigh, and then reached his other hand towards mine, I grasped it as though that was the only thing in the world I wanted to hold onto. 
I used every bit of strength left in my body to haul Jason up. I wasn’t a woman then; I was Jason‘s saviour. 
As the lower half of his body began to rise up onto the cliff, I started to sink back. Then all of a sudden Jason Lurches forward and collapsed, quite ungracefully, on top of me.
This was the closest I had ever reached to Heaven.
This ‚fall‘ had initially shocked him, but then his gaze levelled and our eyes locked. My heart was ticking heavy and slow, like a cuckoo clock that was about to stop forever. I was swamped in his ocean blue eyes. 
I watched his mouth spread into a slight grin, and his chiselled face tilted forwards; his nose brushing mine. 
Heaven had moved closer.
My mind couldn’t concentrate on anything else, and I imagined the silk of togas, the softness of the wind, and cotton clouds. 
Our physical Arctic journey had melted into a journey of the heart, where we had finally come together as one.