"Don't let go."
"You trust me don't you?", he said softly.
"Ya..."
"Then close your eyes. Close them." His breathe brushed past my ears. Unconsciously, my eyelids fluttered down to his request.
"Good. I promise you won't regret it. Trust me when I say I'll not allow a single scratch to fall upon your skin."
*If only her eyes were opened. She'd be looking right into his eyes. There she would have seen the strength of his promise. Because he cares, cares for her. All he wanted to say was 'I'll never let you go. NEVER."*
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Ficção Adolescente"Don't let go." "You trust me don't you?", he said softly. "Ya..." "Then close your eyes. Close them." His breathe brushed past my ears. Unconsciously, my eyelids fluttered down to his request. "Good. I promise you won't regret it. Trust me when I s...
