Under the dim streetlight, his handsome face slowly came into focus.
Before his soothing voice could even register, I was pulled firmly into a warm, solid chest.
"You're safe. It's me."
My nose filled with the scent of clean soap, a scent that belonged entirely to Ethan.
My mind went blank for a few seconds. When reality rushed back, my limbs felt like jelly, and my salty tears had already pooled at the corners of my mouth.
Clutching his shirt with trembling hands, I shook uncontrollably. "Ethan."
"Yeah."
"Ethan."
"I'm here."
"Ethan."
"Don't be afraid."
I kept repeating his name, as if saying it was the only thing keeping me anchored.
Ethan waited patiently, letting me ruin his shirt with my tears. Once my sobs finally subsided, he gently lifted my chin and awkwardly wiped the
