Just For One Night

Just For One Night

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I felt my bed move I looked over to see El staring into my eyes he looked different, he didnt look like the strong El I see everyday, he looked weak and defeated. He looked like he wanted to cry. I've never seen him look so needy in my life He looked at me with pleading eyes and then he spoke "please, just for one night. I'll leave in a few hours if you want." I can tell he didn't want to leave in a few hours. I sighed mentally and took a deep breath and rolled over with my back facing him. "You don't have to leave in a few hours. You can spend the night, and leave in the morning." He breathed on to my neck causing me to shutter, he let out a deep breath neither he or I knew he was holding in. "Thanks,I owe you Jess" he kissed my neck and I gasped "This doesn't change anything E. It's just for one night"
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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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