Asena
I don’t know how long I cry because time feels… strange. It's like it stretches and folds into itself, losing meaning somewhere between the sound of my own breathing and the steady warmth surrounding me.
I am aware of them and that’s the first thing that anchors me. Caspian on one side and Zavian on the other. Both of them are close enough that I can feel them without trying, their presence solid and unyielding, like walls that refuse to let anything reach me.
For the first time in a long time, I feel safe. The thought is so foreign that it almost scares me.
My fingers curl slightly against Caspian’s shirt, still clutching him without realizing it, while Zavian’s hand rests gently in my hair, his touch slow and careful, like he’s afraid I might break if he moves too fast.
“You’r
