Natalie - Rebel, Sera And

“You’re not going to jump,” Sera said, not a question.

For a long moment, the only sound was the city exhaling beneath them. Then Rebel turned, rain slicking their hair to their forehead, and held out a hand—not to save anyone, but to ask: Are you coming? rebel, sera and natalie

Sera took it first. Natalie, last. But she took it. “You’re not going to jump,” Sera said, not a question