They held their hands firmly, each terrified should the shadows clamped between their sweaty palms disintegrate in the light. I will not repeat the mistakes of my first love. Too tight was almost comfortable.
It became the only thing they knew.
So they held on even when their souls began to tug in opposite directions. Held on tighter as their hearts began to dull with anxiety. Desperate, determined, to keep things the way they are.
How ever to begin to explain, each wondered half-asleep, half-awake. How could light and darkness co-exist?