The Strong and The weak

The Strong and The weak

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Fri, Jan 31, 20202h 49m
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Bending down my fingers take ahold of the shinny warm quarter, I kissed it and spun around in a quick circle before knocking into something and falling. "Oh, I'm sorry it was a accident" The sun was shinning brightly as I opened my eyes to look in the face of a handsome guy, his hair was a dark wavey brown, his eyes shinned an emerald green, the mans skin color was a dark smooth olive color. "Let me help you up." Without waiting my reply the guy pulls me up by my hand and steadies me while smiling. He was the most gorgeous guy I've seen, his good looks and he had a Greek accent.
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My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.

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