Hold Onto You

She could hear it vibrating. It was late, almost three in the morning, and her phone was vibrating. Indigo cracked an eye open, glancing at the clock. 3:08. She reached over blindly for her phone, her fingers hitting the wood of her night stand, finally managing to grab her cell. She bit back a yawn, pressing the key to receive the call. Her voice was groggy, thick with sleep as she spoke.

“Hello?”

“I’m sorry. All I want to do is hold on to you.”

A one shot request for the lovely indigo.

Based on this song.