Chapter Thirty-Eight: Something Soft Enough to Want
Lena – First Person POV
The silence felt different today.
Not heavier. Not louder.
Just... noticed.
I’ve grown used to my solitude—the way it fills the space between the hours, how it holds its shape without needing to explain itself.
But today, it felt like something missing had just recently stepped out of the room.
And for once, that realization didn’t make me feel ashamed.
It made me want to reach.
So I did.
One word.
Come.
No flourish.
No overthinking.
No punctuation to disguise vulnerability.
I pressed send and sat with the weight of it.
Not the fear of rejection—just the quiet thrill of having chosen.
And knowing that if he came, he’d come for me.
Not because he had to.
Because he wanted to.
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He arrived twen
