“I don’t want to let go,” she whispered, her voice breaking.
“Then don’t,” he murmured into her hair. “The song says to hold on tight, and that’s what I’m doing. Even when I’m not here, I’m holding on to this moment.” Toma Mi Mano Abrazame Con Fuersa Napoleon
She took it. His grip was firm, a silent promise against the uncertainty of the miles ahead. “I don’t want to let go,” she whispered,