|Nieves|
We reamined like that—locked in a silent embrace—as if the mere act of holding each other could speak all the words we hadn’t said. With every passing second, our arms tightened around one another, like we were afraid to let go. Like if we just held on a little longer, we could somehow make up for all the time we’d lost.
There was no need for words. The longing in our hearts pulsed through that closeness, louder than any confession could be.
Since the moment I arrived on this island, I’d felt out of place, constantly on edge, like I was waiting for the next blow to fall. But this—being in his arms—was the first time I’d felt something close to peace.
Maybe that’s what people mean when they talk about home. It’s not always a place on the map. Sometimes, home is a person. The o
