The Forever of Ella and Micha

he turns the engine on as I balance a photo on the dashboard.
    Caroline had sent the picture to me not long after Christmas. Micha and I had been standing beside each other out on the front porch and his head was turned toward me instead of at the camera. He had whispered a perverted comment into my ear and I had laughed right as Caroline snapped the shot. It was the perfect picture, because even though we weren’t looking at the camera we were genuinely happy and we were making each other feel that way.
    The backseat is full with bags and boxes, so Micha uses the side mirror to back out. I give a quick wave to Lila, who’s sobbing and Ethan comes up and puts an arm around her.
    Once we reach the exit, my phone rings and I answer it. “I’m going to be fine. I promise.”
    “I know you are,” Anna says. “But I wanted to make sure that you called that therapist number I gave you.”
    “Yes, and I have an appointment in a few weeks with her,” I say, buckling my seatbelt. “And I’ll make sure to go, just like I told you I would yesterday.”
    “Good.” She pauses. “And if you ever need anything, and I mean anything, don’t hesitate to call me.”
    “I will,” I promise. “And Anna, thank you for what you said the other day—about me being a different girl than the one who first came in. I know I’ve changed, but it’s nice to hear.”
    “I only said the truth, Ella. You have changed and I think you’ll do fine in life. You just need to remember that asking for help isn’t a bad thing, so make sure to do it, because there will be times when you need it.”
    I smile at Micha, who’s observing me with curiosity. “I will.”
    “Good,” she says. “Remember to have fun and don’t worry so much.”
    “I will.” I hang up and Micha threads his fingers through mine.
    “Who was that?” Micha asks, halting at a red light.
    “Anna.”
    “What’d she have to say?”
    I glance up at the sunlight sparkling in the sky. “That she thinks I’m going to be okay.”

    A few hours later, we pull over into a rest stop for a quick bathroom break and to get some snacks out of the trunk. We park along the turnout on a rocky cliff that overlooks a lake. Just a ways to the side, people are cliff-diving into the water. It’s not very high and they look like they’re having fun. While I’m waiting on Micha, I inch over to the edge and peer down at the water rippling in the sunlight, remembering the bridge and how badly I wanted to jump that night.
    “What are you doing?” Micha’s worried voice abruptly rises over my shoulder and his hands grip my waist.
    I stare at a woman as she summons up the courage to jump off the ledge. With her eyes shut and arms flying, she soars downward, free as can be. Seconds later she splashes into the water.
    “I think we should jump.” When I meet Micha’s eyes, he doesn’t look happy.
    “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” He tugs me by the hand away from the cliff. “We need to hit the road.”
    I squirm from his hold, slip off my shoes, and put my hair up with an elastic band from around my wrist. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”
    “I’m not going to do it.” He stuffs his hands into his pockets and shakes his head. “Not with this.”
    I cross my arms. “Why not?”
    “Because…” He shrugs, kicking the tip of his boot at the dirt. “The idea of you jumping freaks the shit out of me.”
    I take his hand and move closer to the cliff. “It’s not about that. It’s about letting go. I want to do this.”
    He wavers, glancing out at the shimmering lake. “Fine, you win. I’ll do it, but only because I love you and have the hardest time saying no to you when you look at me like that.” He shucks off his T-shirt, revealing his lean muscles and the tattoo on his rib cage. His unlaces his boots before slipping them off and then takes his wallet and change out of his pockets. “But you’re holding my hand the entire time.”
    I grin, excited. “Okay, it’s a deal.”
    We walk to the edge, hand in hand. The cliff is straight down with only a few jagged ledges, a doable fall, unlike the bridge back home.
    He dithers, sucking his lip ring into his mouth, and then a smile creeps up on his face. “Whenever you’re ready, pretty girl.”
    I take a deep breath, shut my eyes, and whisper, “I’m ready.”
    He counts under his breath. “One… two… three.”
    We dive off the cliff, holding hands. The fall is brief, yet it feels like it lasts