Sometimes there’s nothing left to hang on to. I squeezed the hand in mine, felt its warmth and wrapped myself in its illusion. I heard nothing. I knew that was wrong. There can’t simply be no sound. I knew there was. The rumble, starting deep and low, I could feel it shaking into me, shaking into my bones. I could feel the uneasiness in the air, the high pitched shrieks of a hundred souls calling me home. I wanted to go so badly. I wanted to go alone. The hand tightened around mine as I lurched. I could feel myself screaming. Tears streamed down my cheeks, I could taste the salt of a million memories, a million stories, a million people and faces and sounds and feels, a million things that broke me, and the one face, story, memory, person, face, sound and feel that had done nothing but heal. But sometimes, a single person cannot fix the damage of a thousand lives. I looked up to the face of the boy sitting next to me. He whispered and I heard. “It’s ok.” And all of the sudden it was. The cold become warm, the warm became warmer and the scars became healed. The souls still screamed and my bones still rumbled. I could still feel the cracks in me, the brokenness of who I was, and the person I wanted to be. I looked up at the eyes staring back, their soul shining bright in the ocean of green. I loved those eyes, their soul. The soul that had only been mine for 42 minutes, and the one that had helped more than years of time. I didn’t know him. I didn’t know who had been or who he wanted to be, the things he had done or the things he would do. But I saw a journey in those eyes, a soul that had been through h**l and had come out an angel. I didn’t know anything but his name, and I loved him. I was his. He was mine. Hair brushed out of my face. Tears in mine. Heat that didn’t belong to me. Happiness to share, a burden to divide. Love that I didn’t deserve. So when I heard the sound, the forming of a breath made into words that meant something, I knew I had found my forever. “Are you scared?” “Yes” “Don’t be.” “Why not?” “I’m here. I love you.” I was told not be scared. I wouldn’t be. I leaned into the chest next to me, felt a heart beat through muscle and bone and skin and cloth, and I searched inside myself until I found the part of me that was unbroken. I reached inside myself, and found his face. I felt his hand. I relaxed back and let the world come back to me. I heard the rush and the roar of two engines on a single track, I felt the end shift closer, and I was happy. Because I had found what I was born to find. I had found Love. A crash, earsplitting, glass in my face, and a still heart beside mine. Sometimes, there’s nothing left to hang on to. But then again, sometimes there is.