One year later...
One year later...Healing is a weird thing. On one day, I can be completely fine. On another, it"s like my whole world is on fire and all I can do is curl up in a ball and hope it doesn"t touch me.
And that"s without leaving the safe house. I can"t imagine what it"s like for those who do.
"Is this seat taken?" Tristan asks, gesturing to the bench next to me.
"Only by you."
"So presumptuous," he teases, but sits down anyway.
He starts to put his arm around me, but then hesitates until I give him the go-ahead. I nestle into him and place my head on his chest while he lets his hand rest gently against my shoulder. It"s a comfortable position, but one that can sometimes trigger me.
Healing is also an exhausting thing. And one I"ll admit doesn"t make much sense.
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