Never stopped loving you
Saint Laurent She didn’t speak the entire walk to my room. She just held onto my hand like it was the last solid thing in a collapsing world. And maybe it was. I closed the door gently behind us. She stood in the middle of the room, her back to me, her shoulders drawn so tight I thought they might snap. For a long, long moment, I said nothing. Just waited. Then— A sound escaped her lips. A breath. A broken sob she tried to swallow. “Hey,” I said softly, coming closer. “You don’t have to be strong right now.” Her knees gave out. I caught her before she hit the floor, lowering her gently into my lap as we both sank onto the rug by the bed. Her hands curled into my shirt, gripping the fabric like she wanted to tear it apart, like she needed something to hold while she shattered. “I c
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