Please Don't Go (The Midnight Strike, #1)

by E. Salvador

“Please don’t go,” he delivers incessantly, vigorously, but delicately. “Please, please, please don’t go.” He doesn’t just hold me; he embraces me. His chest is firmly pressed against my back, and I realize then that the loud drumming isn’t coming from the water. It’s coming from him. It’s his heart that’s racing at a dangerous speed, all too rapidly, all too thunderous against me. “Please don’t go.”

I hope I’m enough to anchor her, enough she can feel and understand that I’ll be her lifeline. I’ll be whatever she needs me to be if it means she’ll stay and not jump.

“Please don’t go,” she quietly pleads, clutching onto my hand hard. I wrap her up in a tight embrace, and she does the same. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”