Gianna
"You don't rescue the wounded by becoming wounded yourself, but sometimes, the only way to reach them… is to bleed beside them."
I read this quote somewhere a long time ago, and in this moment, as I held this broken, fragile man in my arms, I truly believed in it. Because I would bleed beside him if it were the only way to heal his scars.
That’s how much I loved him.
We were both breathless, both panting as Nico pulled away and gazed back at me. His chest rose and fell as he struggled to catch his breath, his eyes dark and haunted, like desire and grief had fused into one.
“What are you doing to me?” he whispered, looking torn and the most vulnerable I have seen so far.
“Trying to be what no one ever was for you…” I answered with a smile. “So you know you are no longer alon
