Tugging At Heart Strings

Tugging At Heart Strings

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We sat on the ledge as we watched as day burned into nightfall. Lucas arm brushed against mine but I didn't make an attempt to jerk it away like I did before. "You know Desey love might be complicated but it not a empty promise" he whispered into the night as his hand slid against mine. "If only I could believe that" my words made him squeeze my hand. "Its okay" he mumbled. He pulled me towards him and brought his mouth to my ear "cause ill make you believe it" _____________ Hey guys this is my first story ever so it might be poorly written or not. I hope you enjoy it though. Please ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes.
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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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