You Used To Hold Me Novels & Stories

Though her hold was brittle. "I've always thought of this day when I'd meet you and talk to you, Zach." Me too. Tbc...

I didn’t wαste αnother second. I picked Annα up bridαl style‚ holding her close to my chest. “It’s over‚” I sαid quietly‚ even though my heαrt wαs rαcing. She wαs breαthing fαst‚ her fingers gripping my shirt weαkly. “Hold on‚ bαby. I’ve got you.”

Don't force erase traces I erased it more and more More and more, come back Hope everything will be fine Foliage, convey the message of my heart. Wind, take fly my taste. ~ Alisy a Cantara

“I don’t deserve you, but I don’t want to let you go.” “Then don’t,” I sigh, gently rubbing his back as he lets it all out. “Hold on to me as tightly as you can.”

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.

Let myself let go. Grace held me, solid and steady, and for the first time that night, I didn’t feel like I was falling apart.

"You won't let me go, right." A smile relaxes his face as he hears me putting so much trust in his hands. "I promise I'll hold onto you. I won't let you go." Shivering in the breeze, I let him pull me towards the waves. Timidly I place a toe in. "I have an idea," he scoops me into his arms and holds me tightly to his chest. "Wrap your arms and legs around me," he insists. "I'll hold you, you hold me. If we are both holding on to each other, we can't lose one another."

The way you held onto me, the way you moaned my name. BESTIE: I have been thinking of how you held me so tightly, like you thought I was going somewhere BESTIE: I need you to know that. No matter what's happening, no matter what they throw at us—I'm yours. My eyes stung. Not from sadness—from the sheer weight of loving him. Of being loved by him. And then my core got excited too. I loved sharing that. I’m yours. ME: I know, baby. ME: I'm yours too.

"Ava." I said it out loud, to a concrete wall, and it came apart in my mouth. "I've got you. I'm here. I've got you, baby. I've got you." She couldn't hear the words. She never could. But she could feel a hand close around her in the dark, the way I'd once felt hers close around me from a hundred miles off, so I took every ugly, stubborn, unkillable thing in me and pushed it down the cord toward her, and I held on.

The hand I had known my whole life. I turned my hand over. Palm up. And held it.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​