I don’t know how long I lie there, half-asleep and mostly just drained of all energy. I’ve cried it all away. I can’t sleep, either. I’m too afraid that if I let myself wander into dreams, they’ll quickly become nightmares all reminding me why I don’t deserve a life with Demyen.
Or with anyone.
When the bedroom door opens, then closes, I’m almost not sure I heard anything at all. But then the bed dips under someone’s weight…
And I’m pulled into Demyen’s arms the same time he crawls into bed next to me.
He doesn’t say anything. But he doesn’t throw me out, either.
Instead, he kisses my hair and rubs my back, tucking me under his chin and close to his chest. I curl up into a ball and he just helps me do it, making sure I’m connected to him by as many points as possible.
“I’m sorry,” he
