(Nisha)
I looked at Cameron’s neck and put my hand over it, rubbing my thumb against the two stars that were under his skin. He shut his eyes and hummed at my touch.
The spark that I carried since the mountain, which had multiplied previously, now filled me as much as my magic did.
The golden thread I felt the first time I saw him was solid.
It was woven into something stronger by what we had went through together and by accepting and choosing each other. The marking only solidified in in a way it could never unravel.
I could not believe that we had gotten here.
He was looking at me with such affection, I was safe and comforted in his arms.
I think that was all I had ever wanted, maybe what everyone did. To be seen, truly seen, and to be loved for it, not in spite of it.
I woke
