Shot In The Dark.

Let Go. (One-shot)

Night. The air was cool, the sky an oddly light shade of blue. Nothing much was different in the quiet town. Nothing much.

Except maybe, for the hand gripping mine too tight, the tension you could almost touch. It was telling me to stop no, no more.

But he was holding on, and I didn't think he understood. I don't think he saw, the things he did to me. Maybe it was all a blur for him, maybe it crashed down in the end. But his hold was strong, almost like he could sense me walking away even before I was on my feet. 

And I was. I was walking away. Now. Right now, here. I was walking away long before his grip was tight. 

There was no other description except afraid. 

Of what?

There was always the gut-wrenching, never ending fear of something and maybe it was being left again after countless encounters, or maybe falling with no one to catch you.

But there it was and here we were and he wasn't letting go while I never held on.

The thing is...

He wasn't holding on, not really. He was gripping. Tightly.

He was so afraid, afraid to lose the one thing he had. It was desperation at best, when all the world was too far strung on another, that he found me. So he held on, because I was sinking and he realized he could save me.

And all he ever wanted was to save someone.

Not me. 

It wasn't supposed to be me. He didn't want it to be me, didn't need it.

Because there she was, in all her beauty. She was beautiful and smart and funny and just, her, but she had someone else in mind and he was so far out in love it hurt but it was hopeless. A hopeless case.

Then I come along to save the day and it's the sunshine on a cloudy day, when all he wanted was rain, endless rain and the joy it always brought him.

So he settled for the sunshine, and I knew he craved stormy weather, but I was the sun and my light had to shine somewhere and so he basked in that light when no. He didn't need this, didn't want it.

But what else could he do, when rain clouds could never be his.

So, he held on. Gripped the light.

I let go. I never held on in the first place.

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Author's Note: Basically so plotless I don't even understand it. But weyhey wassap emotions