Written for the Prompts, oh Prompts thread at the Next-Gen Fanatics Forum :)
Prompt: Hanging on
Pairing: Lily/Louis
She was barely hanging on. The rope was frail in her hands. Slippery.
(Their relationship was doomed from the start)
She kept trying to hold on, tightly, securely but ever time she tried, the rope seemed to slip away from her hands more - inch by inch, second by second.
(She was trying too hard)
Her mother often told her (warned her) that as people try to hold on tighter, their hold gets weaker.
(He couldn't handle her anymore, he claimed)
And finally, the rope slipped away from her hands, into the edges of darkness and beyond and she fell, hard and heavy, as the rope above her disappeared from her eyesight and she couldn't locate the ground anymore.