The lower down we get, the louder the sound of the rushing water becomes. The moonlight catches the mica in the rocks and the surface of the water, so that everything looks like it’s glowing.
Then we round a corner and reach the waterfall.
At the sight of it, Kinsley pauses. She stands by the river and closes her eyes for a second. Mist floats up from where the waterfall crashes against the rocks of the riverbed. It sprays over our faces, fine and cold like melting needles.
She looks at me and opens her eyes, waiting. “Why did you bring me here, Daniil?”
I breathe in the cold air. “I just wanted to show you something beautiful,” I rasp. “Or, f**k, maybe I wanted to show myself. To prove to myself that the world isn’t as ugly as I’ve always thought it was.”
Kinsley nods, saying nothing
