Elara
“My little fighter. I knew you always had it in you.”
I froze at the sound of the voice. That voice. It couldn’t be him. There was no way he could actually be—
I turned around swiftly, my heart thudding heavily in my chest. only to come face to face with….
“Devon?” I breathed, a bubble of joy rising in my chest. He stood tall, a part of his face scratched and painted with blood, his shirt torn around his shoulders and his arms wide open. I had never seen anything so grounding and relieving in my entire life. Without even realising, I was already running.
I collided into him with a choked laugh, sobbing into his chest. My fists clenched into the back of his jacket, like if I didn’t hold tight enough, he’d disappear too. His arms wrapped around me, firm and safe and shaking like
