The Burden of Holding On

The rain suddenly started pouring outside. Late autumn had already passed, and the chill of winter was just about to settle in.

Cleo shook him off. "Let go."

Dominic leaned close again, his eyes lost.

Cleo remembered what Gwen had said, and suddenly she felt her hand filthy. "I said, let go!"

"No, I won't. I just don't understand why you always want me to let go! If I really do, how are we suppose