I Keep Holding On Novels & Stories

I'll hold onto every moment. And I'll face the rest of my life head-on.

“Hold on to me.” His eyes searched mine. “Before our scars drag us both under… hold on to me.”

Held together. Without collapse. Without release. And waiting for what came next.

Locked in place. Following. The same way it always did. And this time— He knows for a fact— He didn’t imagine it.

“We’ll get him back.” I hold onto that. Because right now, it’s the only thing that feels solid.

And it was changing me, too. Maybe I was just imagining it… or maybe I wasn’t. Still, I held on to the possibility like a secret I didn’t dare say out loud. I will never give up on you, Mago, I told myself, the words echoing like a prayer in my chest. Not now, not when I’ve come this far. Just a few more steps… a few more moments like this, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll find your way back to loving me. I know I’m holding on to something fragile, maybe even foolish. But still—I hold on.

Now. On my way. Hold on.

This man, this love, this indescribable connection that isn't but is. Whatever tomorrow will bring, I hold on to that. I hold on to him. And pray it's sufficient.

I wait for the next rose. The night is long. The clock ticks. The mobile spins. Eleanor breathes. Nathaniel dreams. The phone glows. I hold the locket. I hold my mother's face. I hold on. I do not let go.

“And that’s exactly the problem.” The words break something quietly inside me. But I pull back before it can show. Before it can become weakness. My hand remains wrapped around hers. Holding on. Even while I’m already planning how to let go.