MAYA
Kael’s arms turned rigid under my fingertips. His body ironed out with stiffness as though I were a flame he was afraid to take.
And then gradually his arms relaxed, curling around me with such a fragility that it ignited a spark of hope in me. He ran his fingers through my hair as low whispers from his mouth caressed my ear. “You’re safe now, Maya. Everything’s alright.”
I held onto him as the seconds drew out into all eternity of silent peace. The awful terrors of the nightmare’s fields and faces washed away in the warm presence of his body.
He’s here, wrapping his arms around me, without caring what anyone would think. Maybe he cares, and I was wrong all along. Maybe he loves me.
But the handle of the door rattled, and the moment was gone just like that. Kael shoved me away
