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My Brush With Death (climbing for lust) Part-4
<p><strong>PART 4:</strong></p><p><strong> Between Panic and Hope</strong></p><p><br/></p><p>I stayed there, my palms pressed into the earth, afraid to move another inch.</p><p><br/></p><p>The pain wasn't just pain anymore.</p><p><br/></p><p>It was a warning.</p><p><br/></p><p>Every part of me seemed to whisper the same thing.</p><p><br/></p><p>Don't move.</p><p><br/></p><p>I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing.</p><p><br/></p><p>What if I've damaged my spine?</p><p><br/></p><p>The thought landed with a weight far heavier than my body.</p><p><br/></p><p>I'd heard stories before—people who climbed trees, fell, and never walked again. Those stories had always felt distant, like they belonged to someone else's life.</p><p><br/></p><p>Now they were crowding my mind.</p><p><br/></p><p>Please... don't let that be me.</p><p><br/></p><p>The girl knelt beside me, her voice breaking.</p><p><br/></p><p>"I'm so sorry... I'm so, so sorry."</p><p><br/></p><p>I wanted to tell her it wasn't her fault.</p><p><br/></p><p>I wanted to ease the fear on her face.</p><p><br/></p><p>But I was struggling to make sense of my own.</p><p><br/></p><p>What if this was the last time I would ever stand?</p><p><br/></p><p>What if I had thrown my future away for a handful of mangoes?</p><p><br/></p><p>The questions came one after another, leaving no room for answers.</p><p><br/></p><p>I took another slow breath.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then, with every ounce of courage I could gather, I bent one knee.</p><p><br/></p><p>It moved.</p><p><br/></p><p>Pain shot through me, but it moved.</p><p><br/></p><p>I bent the other.</p><p><br/></p><p>It moved too.</p><p><br/></p><p>A flicker of hope broke through the panic.</p><p><br/></p><p>Carefully, I shifted my weight.</p><p><br/></p><p>My arms trembled.</p><p><br/></p><p>My legs shook beneath me.</p><p><br/></p><p>For a terrifying moment, I thought they would give way.</p><p><br/></p><p>I gritted my teeth.</p><p><br/></p><p>Come on... just stand.</p><p><br/></p><p>Slowly... painfully... I pushed myself upright.</p><p><br/></p><p>The world swayed.</p><p><br/></p><p>The tree seemed to lean toward me.</p><p><br/></p><p>I stood frozen, waiting to see if my legs would hold.</p><p><br/></p><p>They did.</p><p><br/></p><p>Barely.</p><p><br/></p><p>Every breath hurt. Every muscle protested. My body felt as though it had been hit by a moving vehicle.</p><p><br/></p><p>I looked up at the tree.</p><p><br/></p><p>The broken branch was still hanging there, lifeless.</p><p><br/></p><p>Just minutes earlier, I had trusted it without a second thought.</p><p><br/></p><p>Now it looked like a silent witness to how quickly an ordinary afternoon had turned into something I would never forget.</p><p><br/></p><p>I brushed the dirt from my clothes with trembling hands.</p><p><br/></p><p>There was no triumph.</p><p><br/></p><p>No pride.</p><p><br/></p><p>Only disbelief.</p><p><br/></p><p>One thought kept repeating in my mind:</p><p><br/></p><p>I almost didn't make it.</p>
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