She took a deep breath, and told the boy, she’d never let go.
She ignored his warnings. The promises of the demons lining the road ahead of him. The mountains, valleys, and rivers that blocked the way.
She’d walk it all with him.
Her heart, her soul, would be trampled, bruised, and scraped. A casualty of his pains, not the victim. She couldn’t turn away.
The path would be cold, and lonely. Covered in shadows, and bitter winds. It would hurt, and she would be hurt, but she’d never let go of that boy.
And maybe he was right, maybe one day, together, they would reach the end of that path. And they could both laugh, together, at the trials they had conquered, the fear they had tackled.
Then together, hand in hand, they would continue down the next one, towards the next mountain that needed to be moved.
And then the next one. And the next one.
And she would never let go.