His breathing hitched as his best friend turned the corner and froze. He knew why. He looked over her shoulder and saw the bridge that hung over a river.

“Not happening” He grabbed her hand and turned around.

“Oh, Come on! You’ve got to do it someday..” She pulled him towards her giving him a quick peck on the cheek and a warm smile before shoving him in the direction of the bridge.

He did it. He touched the bridge.

He didn’t cross it.

But he touched it.

...then ran the other way.