Echoes of us ( joshua hong seventeen)
61 parts Complete "I'm scared of heights," I said. "Actually, scratch that. I'm terrified of heights. There is no reality, no parallel universe, where I voluntarily dangle from a string hundreds of feet in the air like an escaped piñata."
Joshua just smiled-that smile. The one that could probably start a cult if he wanted to. "Come on. Just trust me," he said, swinging my hand playfully. "I'll be with you the whole way, holding your hand. There's no need to be scared."
And just like that, I was doomed. Is there a manual somewhere on how to resist this man? Because clearly, I need one.