Liora
Curled in someone’s embrace, I open my eyes to find that Luke is holding me. There are dark circles under his eyes and stubble the same shade of red as his hair on his jaw. True to his words, Luke stayed with me and helped me through the pain. I lost consciousness sometime after he told me he would keep me fed and hydrated, and I am glad.
The pain consumed me.
Captured me.
Burned and broke me.
But I woke up today.
I am alive.
I survived.
Luke is fast asleep, his chest rising and falling as he holds me gently against him. His heartbeat is comforting, and I think back to the last time I spent the night in someone’s arms. I woke up alone. Woke up to the other side of the bed cold. I was attacked, rejected, and banished, because I was left alone.
Luke never left me alone, and I
