My heart is pounding just as fast and unsteady as it does before the big drop and my breath is caught midway in my throat.

As I look ahead, my vision becomes unclear and unreliable as to what awaits me. 

Suddenly I'm racing at the speed of light and my surroundings turn to confusing blurs while everyone's voice fades away and yours is the only one I can hear.

You're sitting next to me. Screaming, laughing, terrified of what's yet to come.

We move right, left, up, down.

You're grabbing onto my hand.

I hesitantly let you but only seconds later I grab it back with more force that turns my knuckles white, afraid that if I let go, I'll fall off.

But soon it starts to bother you, I guess, because you slowly let your hand out of my grasp, and then all at once.

I still feel the heat from your pale but surprisingly warm hands lingering and stinging; the air starts to freeze my own hands yet again and soon they're as numb as they were before you touched me.

Before we have a chance to say anything else it's over.

Down,

down,

down.

We leave without so much as another word.