"...I can't hold on to you for much longer-in a few seconds, we're both going to fall...or you could let me pull you up. So you know what...you decide. If death is really what you want..."
"No, put me down and pull yourself up."
He started tryimg toove her hand again trying to get out of her grasp.
She has an iron grip on him.
"My hand is slipping...what's it going to be."
"LET. ME.GO, AND PULL YOURSELF UP!"
He looked up at her, he looked angry asf.
"5..."
"LET GO OF ME AND KEEP YOURSELF UP!"
He started tugging more.
"4..."
"Let Me Go."
"3..."
"Let me be with my family, please just let me go.."
