You Used To Hold Me Novels & Stories

“I love you too much to ever let you go.” She hummed, the sound gentle but sure, a vow wrapped in tenderness. “Then hold me tighter,” she said, “and never let me go.”

He wasn't asking; he was announcing. "It's not..." "I will use the guest room. After all, we had plans to do it next year, so a few months early doesn't change anything." "You..." Derek quickly let out a little chuckle, trying hard to ease the tension in the air. "You did it back then, and you can do it now," he whispered. I looked down at my trembling hands, still holding my phone so tightly, as if it were the cause of my problems. "I don't know about now," I was honest. After all, he was the only one who could see me like this.

The weight of her anguish hit me like a wave, and something inside me snapped—broken, fragile, raw. I wrapped my arms around her with a fierce urgency, holding her as though she might slip away if I didn’t hold on tight enough. The warmth of her against me was all that anchored me to the present, and in that moment, I realised I couldn’t lose her again. Not like this. “It’s okay,” I whispered over and over, my voice trembling with emotion. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

“Just for a while?” For as long as you need.” And so I held her, rocking gently as the night wore on. I wished I could hold her forever. My Meandra

“Hold on my love.” “You’re here,” I whispered dramatically, squeezing his hand. “Oh, don’t leave me again my love. I need you.”

" You know who I am to you, deep down in your heart you do, that's why we have this bond -----------" " No, you're no one to me!!" " I'm your father dammit, I'm your father!!!" He says, marching over to me, where his hands on my shoulders, shake me. " I love you, I love you with my whole heart, you're the most important person in my life!!!" " Let me go, f*ckin' let me go!!" I wiggle, trying to get out of his hold.

I clutched her tight with my free arm, inhaling her scent for a moment. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” “I got to forty-seven,” she said into my shoulder. “Good girl.” I shifted her so she was on my back, clutching my neck, just as we did that day when I pulled her off the cliff. “Hold on to me. Don’t let go, okay? Just like before. Do you remember?”

"Hate me all you want. Just don't leave me again." ​He didn't kiss me. He just held me there, trapped between the ocean and his body,

I wish you could hold me very tight against you and lay a kiss upon my forehead, full of comfort and affection, when you notice I am sad. Oh yes, I wish so much that you could hold me very, very tight against you, so much so that I would feel your heart against mine. Feel your arms around me. Feel your embrace telling me, "I will not let you go." I wish I were yours. Simply. Completely.

I resolved to hold onto this belief in us, the certainty that we could find our way through. Preparing to rise, I felt a sudden pull on my wrist. My gaze darted downward, and there was Rebecca, her grip on my sleeve, her eyes open, holding me back from leaving. Meeting her gaze, we locked eyes, sharing breaths in harmony. Rebecca swallowed, her attention shifting between my hand and my eyes. I waited. How long, I didn't know. But I waited. And then, her lips parted, and her voice, like a soothing melody, reached my ears. "Can you... please hold me?"