Nora
I nestled into Clyde’s embrace, the warmth and steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding me, slowly pulling me back from the edge of fear and near-disaster. My trembling began to calm, though a persistent undercurrent of dread lingered in my veins. Each time I closed my eyes, the memory of hanging in the air—the rope snapping, the terrifying weightlessness—would surge back, driving me to clutch his shirt even tighter.
His words lingered softly in my mind, singing my life is important to him.
Each word felt like a warm coal, melting the icy barrier around my heart, sending up a mist of steam and a flurry of emotions. The warmth was genuine, like rain after a long drought, nourishing what I had thought was a barren landscape. Yet, a deep-seated, intrusive doubt crept in beside the war
