If You Were My Mate

She playfully hit him in the chest as she let go of him.

Morpheus offered her his hand. "How about we sit here at the edge?"

"You'll sit beside me?"

"I'll sit beside you."

He helped her sit at the edge of the rocky peak, her feet dangling in the air, and he sat next to her. Their legs hung down, kicking at the nearest clouds, but since they were vapour, it only dampened their shoes. 

Ember was amazed that she didn't feel scared anymore.  The more she looked ahead, the more she felt relaxed. She realized that Morpheus was right—you couldn't actually tell whether you like something or not unless you've tried it.

To be able to witness such a spectacular view made her really happy. The only downside was that it was sort of difficult to breathe,  and also, she was feeling cold despite her coat. 

"It's hard to breathe. Is it because I am scared?" she asked, trying to breathe as much as she could.