Carter reached out his long arm and grabbed my wrist with precision.

I jerked my face up, and in the moonlight, I saw Carter's worried face.

"Sela."

Carter pulled me upward with force.

"Sela, don't be afraid, I won't let go of you, not ever." He made a promise, pulling my wrist upward.

I didn't think Carter could pull himself up, and I didn't sit back and stomp upward as hard as I could.

But the slide was so slippery that I felt the more I stroked, the further down I fell.

When I looked upward, I saw Carter's body being dragged down by me.

"Carter, let go. I'm not...