He held me all night in his arms as we fell asleep.
I blink open my eyes in the morning and moved, his body was pressed against mine- my back to his front and his arms were around me with an iron-strong grip. I couldn't move. Even though he was gentle last night, my neck and arm still hurt.
I sniffled a flinch as I managed to turn in his arm, to see his eyes closed and peacefully oblivious. For once I think he was really sleeping.
I saw a side of him yesterday, vulnerable, honest and with fear in his eyes. This man who probably can control everything, he is afraid of losing me. I raised my hands to his face, tracing his smooth jawline. The thought humble and nothing terrifies me more now than the idea of losing him.
One thing was right, I have to become stronger and so we can fight to
