Take a Breath and Hold On Tight

He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the top of the hill, making me stumble a bit as I wasn't expecting the force. His thumb traced patterns on the back of my hand and he looked at me, the moon shining bright upon him and his green orbs pierced into my brown pools.

"Say it," he demanded.

I shook my head. "I can't."

He groaned and he pulled his hand from mine, letting it drop to his side. "No one's here. No one's judging you, Harper."

I bowed my head and stared at my feet. "I can't do this, John. I . . . I can't say it."

I stared up at him as his brows furrowed together and his once gentle green eyes, weren't so soft anymore. "What the hell are you so afraid of?"

I had no answer for him. I had been asking myself that for so long.
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Story Title Credit ;
Breathing - Lifehouse


Inspiration:
1. Transatlanticism by Death Cab For Cutie