I was trying to be better. To listen. To respect the room she needed to process all the chaos we'd been thrown into. The revelations. Her past. Her beast. Her father.
But I wasn’t built for distance.
Still wondering how the f**k my fathers had done it. Looked so effortlessly charming, composed, unshakable when I was a kid. Like the world could crumble and they’d still be leaning on a kitchen counter, arms folded, a knowing smirk on their face like they’d already handled it five minutes ago.
I wasn’t them.
I was a possessive asshole barely hanging on by a thread. Growling when someone else made her smile. Tensing when she looked like she might cry and I wasn’t the one holding her. Feeling unworthy of her light one minute, and like I’d burn down cities to protect her the next.
She was m
