Apollo
Charlie's hand was small and cold in mine.
Too cold. Too fragile.
I kept glancing sideways at her, checking every few steps that she was still breathing, still real. Every instinct inside me buzzed with urgency, like if I so much as blinked, she'd disappear again into whatever darkness had claimed her before.
She shivered against the night air, and I immediately slipped my hoodie off, wrapping it around her shoulders with careful hands.
The fabric swallowed her whole—hanging off her delicate frame and dragging at the sleeves like a protective cocoon.
"Thanks," she mumbled, hugging the material tighter around herself, and I caught the faint scent of her hair—something sweet and clean that made my chest tighten with unexpected longing.
The house lights were finally coming into
