Romans & histoires I Keep Holding On

Cold. Like stepping between breaths. The world shifted. And I held on. Because if I let go— He would be gone. And I wasn’t letting him escape again.

Why do I feel like you're holding yourself back every time you're ready to fall for me? Or is it all just in my imagination? __________ SFTC: Walking Blind - Aidan Hawken ft. Carina Round

Just as I turned to walk away, he grabbed my wrist hard. “Zoe, I’ll never let you leave me again. My only mission today is to take you and the baby home. You don’t understand. When I thought I’d lost you, I nearly went insane! My heart broke, and I thought of you day and night. This time, no matter how you torment me or test me, I will not let go. I swear it.” How laughable. Who was he even trying to fool with this sudden act of devotion? I yanked my arm free with all my strength.

Hold on, I told myself. Just a little longer.

What I Hold On To Rissa’s POV The word becoming does not leave when the noise settles. It stays. It sits in my chest like something alive, something waiting to see what I will do next. The fracture trembles above us, thinner than before but still there. Still listening. Still pulling. I can feel it watching me. Not the way a person watches. The way something vast notices a shift in balance. Mark is still holding me. His grip is tight, grounding, real in a way nothing else is right now.

Just hold on for me, okay? The bond flickers with his emotions—determination, fear, something deeper that he doesn’t have time to voice. I bite down on my lip, my hands tightening into fists. I can’t afford to be weak right now. Not when I know, with every fiber of my being, that time is running out. Caleb's voice rings out through my mind, his words firm yet desperate. *Aurora, just hold on a little longer. I swear, I’ll be there. Just don’t give up—*

When they leave, the room feels colder, as if their presence stole heat from the air. I curl inward, fighting the shaking that follows, and count again. One. Two. Three. My jaw aches from clenching. I swallow carefully. Taste blood. I don’t know how long this can last. But I know I have to last longer. Because Aiden needs me. Because Cole will find me, or he will tear the world apart trying. I lean my head back against the wall and whisper the words out loud this time, my voice a rough thread. “Hold on,” I tell myself. “Hold on. Hold on.” I don’t know if I mean me or him. Probably both.

Mom’s coming. With everything. With everyone. With unstoppable determination. Just hold on. Please.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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Sometimes I run (sometimes) Sometimes I hide Sometimes I'm scared of you But all I really want is to hold you tight (hold you tight) Treat you right, be with you day and night (day and night) ---