a short bit of fiction/prose/whatever that i wrote awhile back…

14 March 2008, 3am

Silently, he walked over and put his arms around her as she crumpled into his embrace, her tears staining his shirt and breaking his heart.

And he held her.

He held her as she cried, as he wished that he could stop the tears from falling, wished that she would let him in, knowing all the while that she couldn’t, that it wasn’t her fault, and that all his love could not bring her back from the depths she had descended to…

And still he held her.

This is what it means to be held

How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life

And you survive

This is what it is to be loved

And to know that the promise was when everything fell

We’d be held

–        “Held”, Natalie Grant


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