Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Hold On Hope
'I will hold on hope and I won't let you choke on the noose around your neck.'
"Let her go."
He'd heard it a million times but it didn't matter then, just like it didn't matter now.
Now, as he holds her up in the shower, her drunken form slumped against his clothed body. Mumbles erupt from her mouth and she blushes without being able to voice her dislike about the fact that she was naked in front of him.
He wraps her in a fluffy robe and slowly helps her make her way to bed, throwing herself upon the already drawn blankets with a sigh, and a smile on her face.
But the nightmares that came from endless margaritas were worse.
She would wake in cold sweats, panting and shaking under the sheets that stuck to her hot skin, too warm in the middle of the night. And it was hard, watching her wither away but how could he do it all alone, just watching her trip from the sidelines?
He didn't have it in him.
Sure, it meant endless bottles of tequila and whiskey and lonely nights spent sated between the sheets of her bed, but in the end she was falling apart. The only thing keeping her together was his rough, large hands, already weakening with the weight of it all.
Even after nights where she could barely stand herself, needing him to fill her to make her whole, perfect and beautiful again because let's face it, he was all of these things, and she wasn't one.
But he kept hope even though the days faded to weeks, weeks to months and months to years, he kept that hope.
The only problem was that hope was infectious. Made one delirious with possibilities, blind with them.
And now, in this very moment wrapped in her arms, it seemed to consume him whole.
Author's Note: Leah is great. Sucks I put her in a bad light but hey, a story is what a story is and a writer write's it how it's meant to be written. Yup. Song by Mumford and Sons, The Cave. Reviews are love. -Delta