"Can you not let go of my hand, no matter what happens? And… can you always remember me?" he asked, his voice low but sincere.
Jessica was stumped, her breathe caught in her throat while her heart thumped wildly yet she met his question with silence.
She didn't expect such a question. In as much as she has her fears of what tomorrow might be for them; she hadn't taken any time to consider who is holding on or who is not holding on at the moment.
With the knowledge that tomorrow might come with its challenges, she felt herself lacking of the confidence needed.
She is really afraid, having witnessed her mother's painful end, she lacks the confidence to trust any man. She can only believe what she has today.
But it is more scary to hear him make that request, —request? No, it's certainly not a request, he is asking for a promise.
A promise about tomorrow. Jessica felt her head throbbing as she analyzes the situation.
