I'll hold my breath (boyxboy)
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  • Reads 26,884
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  • Parts 16
  • Time 1h 21m
Complete, First published May 07, 2013
As we stood there in the airport I couldn't help but wrap my arms around him and he hugged me back so tight I didn't want him to let go, but he did. he pulled my face towards his and kissed me, this kiss was different it was filled with love and passion. I pulled away "you're making this hard" I said 

"Making what hard?" he asked gazing into my eyes 

"Letting you go" I turned away so he wouldn't see as the tears fell down my face 

"Brett please don't...." he pulled my face back wiping away my tears "don't let me go..." 

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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.