APRIL
Something in me had shifted.
I don't know when exactly. Maybe when he touched my wrist so gently, like I'd break. Or when he said my name with that strange softness, like it mattered. Maybe even before that—when I first looked into those weirdly human, not-so-human eyes and saw a kind
of sadness that didn't belong in a monster.
Whatever it was, it was still humming through me as I lay in bed, the room quiet except for the soft whirl of my fan. I should've been freaked out. I was freaked out. Just... not in the right ways.
Because my heart? It was calm. Calm and warm, like someone had lit a candle behind my ribs. And my body, traitorous thing, kept replaying how close he'd been, how careful, how not-scary he actually was. I could still feel the echo of his presence like a whisp
