Jessica Lewis
Tristan’s warmth enveloped me, his steady heartbeat beneath my cheek grounding me in a way nothing else could. The room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows across the walls, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t feel suffocated by the darkness.
We had switched rooms at my request. The old one carried too many ghosts—memories I didn’t want to relive each time I closed my eyes. Tristan didn’t argue. He simply packed our things and led me here, to a new space where the past couldn’t touch me.
Now, we lay tangled together on the bed, his arms locked around me as if he feared I’d slip away. His fingers traced slow, absentminded patterns along my spine, his breath warm against my hair.
Neither of us spoke for a long time.
But silence with Tristan was neve
