❝ promise me you won’t let go . ❞ swear that you’ll stay right besides her , for this lady lazarus is too afraid to lose anyone again ! hold onto her hands & remain by her side ——— they are both made of summer stuff & sunlight hazes , warm to the touch / with saccharine words ‘pon sticky tongues . ❝ it sounds stupid , i know . . . just , please . ❞ syllables are forced through swan’s throat & almost choked on , sacred pleas ‘gainst a cherry - pit cage . she is afraid , though she hides it behind a sweet smile & gentle words . ( will he leave one day ? will he simply disappear & never come back ? ) her fingers thread between his & she pulls his hand closer to her form , green eyes meeting the ground . ❝ tell me that i won’t lose you like the others . ❞ // @aenchor