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He continued, taking slow steps towards her"Amu,my eyes searched for you when you weren't around me. Without you,my life was dull.You were always on my mind and all the time I kept thinking of you. You know?It sucked when people asked me to let you go but I couldn't because I was waiting for the impossible to happen.Honestly,I just don't know how to spend my life without you.All I want is to be with you all my life."He paused, only two steps away from her. Right that moment all the lights brightened and he got down on one knee . Amaira looked as surprised as everyone else is in the room.He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out something.

Anna: why have enemies if I have friends that at my most vulnerable turn their backs, let alone my boyfriend. Wifey: we love you too drama queen. Me: If you grace us with your forgiveness, I will let you be the first to ride in my new car, Anna. Wifey: finally Anna: why didn't you tell me about it, when did you get it? Me: it will be here today...talk later I just got home, Love you *.* " I'm home? " I yelled " Here" I followed mom's voice that was coming from the kitchen.

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.

"Your parents have been dying to see you." Hold the fuck up. My what?!

But it is not winning either. We are holding. Together.

Now. On my way. Hold on.

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. 

But it was something. I just had to hold onto that.

Hold on to me. I hold on. I hold on to him as the only certainty in this chaos. I clench my fingers on his forearm, so hard I feel the muscles contract under my grip. He doesn't flinch. He wipes the sweat streaming from my temples with a cool cloth Élise hands him. He murmurs, disjointed words, memories, promises, a litany of encouragement and love. His deep voice mingles with the reassuring voices of the midwives, who accompany me, soothe me, bring me back to my body.