I Keep Holding On Novels & Stories

I squeeze my eyes shut and swallow the lump in my throat. Please don’t leave us, Shay. Just hold on, baby. Wherever you are, please hold on.

"Please find us." Silence answers, but this time I don't break, because I have something to hold onto now, something real, something alive. "It's just us for now," I whisper, "but we'll survive." My voice steadies. "For him. For you. For us." I tighten my hold over my stomach, a promise, a vow. "I won't give up." No matter how hard it gets, no matter how alone I feel, because somewhere my mate is still breathing, and one day I will bring him back to us.

The answer, I decide in the dark, is exactly what I'm doing. You hold the good thing. You hold it on purpose. You hold it even when something in you is pulling toward the edge. You hold it anyway.

No holding back. This was a fight.

"I'll let you in on a secret—you're fucking delicious, if you didn't realize. I've only wanted you for years." "What about now?" I asked. "After you've had me, and seen my nightmares up-close and personal, you still think you'd want to be with me long term?" "Of course, don't ask stupid questions." Remy leaned in to kiss me. "Janey!" I glanced over his shoulder at the woman holding a baby. She looked oddly familiar. "How have you been?" she asked, switching the baby from one hip to the other. I opened my mouth but her name didn't come to mind. "Fine, how about you?"

Of being held. Of finally being able to stop running.

held his hand in the waiting room. This was not usual for her, the waiting room of a medical building. She was a person who waited in waiting rooms with her phone or with nothing, contained, self-sufficient in the specific way she had been self-sufficient in most rooms for most of her adult life. She was not usually a person who needed to hold someone's hand in a waiting room. She held his hand. He held hers back in the way he held things that

"Then I'm not going to hold back!" "Sure!"

“Hold on!” Squeezing my eyes closed, I curled my fingers underneath the saddle and tensed my body. His reminder for me to hold on with my knees was the only thing I could remember but I wasn’t sure for how long I’d be able to hold on. My muscles were already starting to scream from the strain. “I got you.” Something brush my leg before an arm wrapped around my waist. “Let go.” I shook my head. “I’ve got you, sweet pea, I promise.”

Cornelia It has been 3 months, 19 days, 6 hours and 15 minutes since Matty left me forever. Every second seems too long now..... I can see the raindrops falling on the train window and I can see the greenery outside. The train is moving at more than 100 km/hr, yet everything seems so stationary. It feels like everything has come to a standstill, not moving no matter what I do. If it were up to me I would skip the next 10 years of my life in a blink. I know that even those would nearly not be enough to forget Matty, but atleast it won't hurt this much.