I only managed a couple of hours sleep before I found myself awake and restless. Osiah’s blood-red outline with flecks of dancing silver laying peacefully beside me is something I’ve quickly become accustomed to. Now I can’t imagine ever looking over and not seeing it. Slowly I turn on my side, getting bunched up in the shirt Osiah gave me to wear. I’m literally swimming in the thing, but I don’t mind, especially since it smells so perfectly of him. That’s my favourite thing about being here. Being surrounded by his glorious, explosive scent. I just want to bask in it forever. The way it makes me feel light and content is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Being close to him feels like I’ve found the missing part of me; a part I never knew I was missing until I met him. Which makes sen
