Luana
I woke up again in his arms. And even though my body still felt heavy and tired, and my head throbbed from overthinking, just touching his chest made everything soften. It was as if, for a moment, all the weight I had been carrying lately evaporated with a touch, with his breath lightly hitting the top of my head. Jonathan had this power, to calm the chaos that inhabits me. To silence the internal screams that sometimes I don't even realize I'm letting out.
I slowly disentangled myself, carefully, so as not to wake him. Not because I wanted to run away, but because he was there, so surrendered, so relaxed, with an expression of peace on his face, that it seemed like we had traveled back in time. And for a few seconds, I allowed myself to stay there, standing in front of the bed,
