"Don't ever vanish like that again," he choked out, the words coming out in a ragged whisper that ghosted over my lips. He was working me into a complete frenzy, his fingers moving with a precision that made my head spin. "These six years were unbearably lonely. Every single moment I thought I’d lost you for good, it felt like an endless knife was piercing through my heart. I was a ghost in my own skin, Mayari. I was barely even alive."
The weight of his confession was too much. It was too raw, too honest, and it threatened to break down the walls I had spent years building to keep him out. I couldn't handle the vulnerability in his voice while my body was screaming for a release I hadn't felt in an eternity. I didn't want to think about his heart or his loneliness. I just wanted to drown
