Hold my hand.- Mother 3.
It was the thing they did the most. Hold each other. As so it seems.
Lucas always reached for her hand when he was scared, knowing her hold is strong. She reached for his hand so she wouldn't do something crazy or rash. Hands linked, they marched forward. Never once did they let go, fearing that they would get hurt and vise versa.
In the split second count she grabbed his hands. "Don't look down. Lucas!" She had to look down. She was upside down, only being held by her shoe. "I'm slipping He panicked, "I got you!"
"I'm gonna fall!"
"Then I'll fall too!" Roars of panic washed over them as Lucas's hands slipped through. "LUCAS!" She purposely fell out of Kumatora's grip and fell after the screaming blond who had quite the head start. She grabbed his hand. "But.." Tears blossomed in both their eyes. "I'm not letting you go." They were caught by the sunflowers, and their fingers slipped