Sometimes, when the world feels like it’s falling apart, love becomes the only thing keeping you standing. The only real thing you can hold on to… and feel.
The sky outside was painted in violet and steel grey, clouds heavy with an oncoming storm. It felt symbolic—like nature was preparing for the chaos that had begun brewing in our lives. But inside Jake’s apartment, everything was quiet. Almost too quiet.
I sat on the edge of the couch, fingers gripping the edge of the cushion. My body was back, healed mostly from the outside. But my soul? It felt like it had splintered in places no one could see. No one except him.
Jake stood in the doorway, watching me like I was something precious he was afraid to touch.
His jaw was tight. His eyes wild with protectiveness and something deeper—ang
