Novel & Cerita And I Keep Holding On

And I feel it like it’s happening inside me instead of her, like every breath she takes is something I’m holding onto, something I’m counting, something I’m afraid will stop if I let go for even a second. “Sir, we need to move her—now.” The medic’s voice cuts in again, urgent this time, more forceful, more insistent, and I know they’re right, I know time is running out, I know holding her here won’t save her— But letting go feels impossible. Still— I loosen my grip. Slowly. Reluctantly. Like I’m tearing something away from myself. But I don’t step back. I don’t leave. I stay right there, right beside her, my hand still holding hers, refusing to break that connection even as they lift her, ev

For carrying it somewhere you could not reach me. She stepped into him. Put her hands on his shirt, her face against his chest, and he went completely still for one second and then his arms came around her, hard, the hold of a man who had braced for five days for the loss of something and was not letting go now that it was back.

Waiting for the next take. Forever.

If you need me, just hold on tight and I'm always here. P.S. There are muffins in the oven, get some because we might need it on the road. 

Why does everything just keep getting harder and harder? I could do nothing but sob as I pressed my face into his chest, feeling his heartbeat against my cheek. I’m so, so grateful he’s always right here, holding me together when I feel like I’m falling apart. He’s the only one who keeps me going, the only reason I don’t let hope slip away, the only one who makes me believe that somehow, someday, things will be okay. He’s the one who always whispers that it’s alright to be broken like this, that we’ll weather this storm together and that’s all I’ve ever needed to get through this eight now.

One of the hardest things for Kesa is to not lose her calm. She had been battling with self control for almost her whole life. Right now, she tried her best to hold in a loud groan from leaving her mouth. She rubbed her temple with the tips of her fingers while thinking. She’d been at her desk for over five hours, facing the man who held her annual profits right in his palm. Her gaze dropped onto her gold wristwatch to check the time. She was already running late due to this meeting.

More labored. Weaker. I kept crying steadily, unable to stop. The tears just kept coming. Holding his hand so tightly with both of mine. Like if I held on hard enough I could keep him here. Keep him with me. Keep him alive through sheer force of will. "Stay with me," I begged him over and over like a prayer. Like a mantra. "Please stay with me, Danny. Don't you dare leave me now. Not now. Not after everything. Stay with me. Keep breathing. Keep fighting. I need you. Please."

Everything I've held desperately tried to hold together finally, cruelly, falling apart. And I scream. And scream. And scream until—

it says. I take a breath. Steady. Focused. And this time— When I reach into the system— I don’t fall. I extend. Carefully. Deliberately. Holding onto myself as tightly as I can. Because this time— It’s not about changing everything. It’s about holding it together. And I don’t know if that’s harder— Or if it’s going to cost me even more.

"You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" "I know," I nodded and laughed sadly. "People always tell me things like 'hold on, just hang in there'. But... it is hard when you feel alone, you know?" "Well, it is better to be held on to than to endure." My eyes locked onto his eyes, and they glistened a bright magenta. "And I will never let it go."