CYAN
My face was still pressed against the warm skin of Cassian's neck, his arms locked tight around my waist, holding me like I was the only thing keeping him from drifting out to sea.
For a little while, just for a few stupid, beautiful seconds, I let myself believe it.
I let the terrible, deafening noise inside my skull quiet down.
The shadow lurking in the corner of my bedroom felt miles away.
The voices whispering that I was broken, unlovable, and destined to rot alone went completely silent.
Around Cassian, the world stopped tearing at my edges. He didn't cure my mind, and he couldn't stop the dark tide pulling at my ankles, but in his arms, the terrifying weight of it all lifted just enough for me to breathe.
That was why I couldn't walk away. That was why I had stayed anchored to him through years of blood, violence, and ghosts.
He was my safe place, even when loving him felt like swallowing broken glass.
