13 Chapters

My nails dig into his flesh as I tried to secure my grip on him. It would have all been good if I had just cried, but instead the sky did.



The rain soaked my clothes and then flowed to my hands, and soon I could feel him slipping away. My heart raced as I closed my eyes, focusing on both the grip and a prayer.



I start to feel a warm liquid filling up the cracks of my nails, and I still held on.



I am trying so hard.

I can still hold on tight.



And yet, why?



"Rayla, let me go."