Brave Soul

Brave Soul

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I could feel my heartbeat quicken as his body got closer to mine, his fingers moving against my wrist. I wanted to push away, but I couldn't bring myself the strength to do it. I felt like the only thing keeping me from collapsing was 𝓱𝓲𝓶 holding my arms up against the lockers. "Elijah, Let me go." It felt as if the oxygen was suffocating me. "If I do you will just run off on me again." "N-no, I will listen just please let me go." I protest. "You seem to listen better when we are like this." "Do you want to take my lunch money or something?! What do you want?!" I hissed. A smile pulls at his face. "You."
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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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