Maya's Pov
I didn't mean to sit that close. I didn't even remember how I ended up on the floor beside him, one arm thrown over the couch, just... there.
Close enough to hear him breathe. Close enough to feel the subtle trembling beneath it. Adam was shattered. Not in a flashy, dramatic way. Just still. Too still. Like someone trying too hard not to shatter.
And maybe that is the reason I said nothing at first. Because sometimes silence speaks more deeply than words ever could.
At least I was with him, two near strangers linked by suffering we did not know how to apportion.
His eyes were closed, eyelashes lying heavily across his cheekbones. He seemed younger somehow. Exhausted in a way sleep could not remove.
I had to reach out. Not to fix him, I wasn't that dumb, but to let him kn
