Go ; Do

[delinquent]

He dives headfirst, off the bridge and into the water.

You don't know why. He never told you why. You feel indignant. Didn't the 30 seconds of pleasantries between you two mean anything to him?

So you scrabble over the ledge yourself, and look deep in the water. He's splashing probably about 20 feet away, having the time of his life.

You are so fucking jealous you can barely stand it.

And so you jump off, screaming at the top of your lungs, a war cry pierces and shatters the quiet of the night and cold and bitterness.

And he watches you descend (he has to, he has to), and for a second, you wonder if he's just as proud as you are.

Here he is: the only person to ever show any sympathy, and for this you will follow him anywhere, and if this means anything: he will too.

Though it's rather strange, if neither is to lead, where would they go? Parallel tracks is so lonely, really. The earth quakes underneath your feet, you're pretty sure the tears down your face will be enough to burn through steel, and he laughs, and laughs and takes your hands and places them on his face. To learn the secrets of the blind.

You've never felt anything like this. You're not sure if you want to ever again. But all he has to do is look at you again, and you're back there on the ledge again, just like that night. You suck in a shuddery gasp, and get ready to take the plunge again.

You and sunrise will never fall under.

You should always know that we can do anything.