Hurts Pdf: Hold On It

A pause. Then: “Hold on. It hurts, I know. But hold on.”

I’m tired of holding on. But I’m more afraid of letting go. hold on it hurts pdf

He took a photo of the page and sent it to her without a caption. A pause

Leo laughed — a short, broken sound. He typed back: “Barely.” back against the cold tub

He didn’t know she had her own version of the same PDF. She’d found it in a forum after their mom died. They’d never talked about it.

The first time Leo said it out loud, he was sitting on the bathroom floor, back against the cold tub, phone in his lap.

I am holding on. Even if my hands are bleeding.