Hope (Enoch O'Connor x Reader)

Chapter 47: Keep Holding on...

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Enoch's POV

"You can let go now..." The words leave my lips a whisper.

I clutch her hand, regardless of the fact that I can feel her pulse, feel the life fading out of her.

You can let go now...

Y/N has given enough. She saved me. She saved Emma. She saved Jake. She saved all of us.

We were weak. Just a bunch of frightened, naïve children hiding away in a fantasy far from the horrors of the real world. But she had faced those horrors that we were all too afraid to see. She fought so others could live. She raised us up from the ashes of our destroyed little fairyland of a loop. She chose the weak. And she made them strong.

She made us strong.

She made me strong.

I was no longer the monster under the bed. I was no longer the dark cloud over a paradise. I was just another person. Just like any other.

She showed that to me.

She proved that to me.

I remember when I first saw her. Sitting at the dinner table beside Emma, looking like she walked through Hell and back.

I remember when she came into my room. Carrying a dead pig and a knife, she ripped out its heart and gave it to me. My first present.

I remember when she came and watched me animate my dolls. I was afraid she'd be scared shitless of me from that point on, but she wasn't. She liked it. She liked me. My first friend.

I remember when she lost her mind. Ran through the house, completely terrified. To this day, I don't know why. I never will. But I remember helping her piece herself back together.

I remember when she saw Victor. She helped him, my only other friend in the world who liked me as much as I liked him. She made him eyes. Something I could've never dreamed of doing.

I remember when she told me she loved me, that I wasn't the monster everyone thought I was. That I thought I was.

I remember when I first saw her. For real, who she really was. Her beautiful, blue skin. Her gorgeous red hair. Her glowing amber eyes. She was perfection. She was unique. She was Y/N.

I remember when she gave me hope. When she gave us hope.

And now, she's gone. How am I supposed to continue on, pretend that everything is okay without her?

Her body is motionless. Her skin is still that beautiful blue, her hair is still that red hue, but her eyes are endless pits of black nothingness.

I don't know what would be worse: watching the life fade from those glowing amber eyes or staring into her empty eye sockets where they used to be.

You can let go now...

My last words to her echo around in my head. She should let go. I should give her peace. She had hell on Earth, but now she's in a better place. She deserves this.

I should let her stay there.

You can let go now...

She can let go. She did let go.

But I can't.

My fingers stay laced with hers, holding on.

Because she was the strong one, I am the weak one.

She may be able to let go, but no matter how hard I try, I have to keep holding on.

I love you, Y/N.

But I can't let go...

I'm gonna keep holding on.

To hope...

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~Tamika