You Got To Hold On Novels & Stories

“Dude, I didn’t do it intentionally. I was in class, remember? This morning? I got that class with--” Max interrupted. “I call, you jump. That’s how that works. You wanna be one of us? That’s what it takes. This is the last time I’m tracking you down for a job. Got it?” “Hey, Maxy-pad. You're the one who wanted me to--”

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

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.

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

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.

"You're not going to die. You hear me? You're going to be fine. Just hold on. Help is coming. Hold on!" My eyes closed. And everything went black.

Two sisters, holding on to each other. It was not enough. But it was something.

"Please. Just hold on" Then there was nothing.

“It's too late to regret. Hold her down!” Tbc…

“No. You don’t get to hold him. Not today. Not until you understand exactly what you threw away.” ***