♥ Jethro ♥
I didn’t sleep. Not really. It was one of those nights where the sheets twisted and the hours bled together. I kept thinking about Chloe, what she had told me, and what she hadn’t. Her voice echoed in my head like a melody stuck on repeat. There was pain in it. Quiet and measured. But deep. I wanted to ask her more. I wanted to fix whatever had been broken inside her. But I knew better than to push. I could appreciate what we had shared, but I wanted to know everything. I wanted her to tell me about her abusive ex-boyfriend. But again, I wasn’t going to push her. When we had gone to our separate bedrooms, I couldn’t stop thinking about her just a few feet away. In bed. Without me. I had struggled, but I had survived. Barely. By the time the sun finally peeked through the trees
