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He looked down at the ground smiling. He had cute little dimples that sunk just beyond his mouth and he was wearing a pair of pink, orange, and purple striped trunks and had a hold of a black surfboard. This boy was so cute. He had curly, chocolate brown hair that stopped just below his ear. I scanned the boy, noticing he also had green eyes like me. I smiled to myself. “My name’s Harry” the boy said. *** Thank you for reading and fanning if you have. Make sure to vote and comment and give some feedback! Thank you to everyone ~ Selena and Cara .x
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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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